“Bro how did i get an f on the test?” I ask Asher as we walk out of class “Well did you study?” He says already knowing the answer “no i did not study” i say in a small grumble he laughs the sound rich and sweet it makes my heart flutter. Asher is just my friend that’s all we are friends i mean if he asked me out or something I wouldn’t say no but he doesn’t like me like that so whatever He clears his throat waking me from my thoughts and he says “are you coming to practice later?” Oh right practice “yeah ill be there” great now where just awkwardly walking down the hall ugh! Why am i so bad at starting conversations especially with him.i look up at the flickering lights in the long gray hallway filled with kids the loud buzzing of conversations i wonder what its like to not be awkward man i wish. If a genie would give me three wishes they would be 1: Asher would be my boyfriend. 2: i would be the greatest artist in the world. 3: I wouldn’t be so dam awkward.
“That’s two weeks detention young lady” Mrs green barks “aye aye captain” i say back with a limp salute If she was a cartoon character she would have steam blowing out of her ears she’s plump and looks as though she’s never seen a teenager misbehave. “If you talk back to me you will spend the rest of the day in the principals office!” She says “are you sure’
Im stuck i mean i literally can’t move it feels as though I’m made of stone but stone doesn’t feel pain right? All i know is the pain i feel is unexplainable with words other than screams of pure horror but honestly I deserve it sometimes i wish it was real its not its some sort of nightmare. I wake up breathing heavy like i always do i turn and face the girl laying down next to me I’m glad I didn’t wake her up she doesn’t have much longer being alive i mean she looks so peaceful I might actually miss this one but probably not I shrug i get out of bed to brush my teeth as i walk to the bathroom making it to the door i shoot my eyes to the floor I don’t want to look into mirror belive it or not I’m afraid of monsters even though I myself am one of the monsters . I head to the kitchen to make the woman breakfast i pull out a pan and put it on the oven so it can warm up. I think to myself sometimes i wish i would be caught so this could all stop but I’m to smart i know i wont be caught . I finish making breakfast and set the table i hear the bedroom door open and put my best smile on its funny psychopaths make the best actors. She’s wearing her pajamas which is an over sized t shirt and short shorts she’s beautiful with her long blonde hair round cheeks and striking blue eyes and she looks happy not sacred not yet “ morning handsome” she say rubbing the sleep from her eyes “How did you sleep?” I ask in a sincere tone even though I don’t really mean it She just smiles in repose that smile hurts deep but it wont make me change god i wish it would “i made breakfast” i say She looks surprised and says “I’ve never met anyone like you before!” I freeze “you should be grateful for that.” She seems confused but brushes it off and starts eating.
