The Horror of Our Love

(A/N: This is my first story that I ever published on Wattpad so tell me if it's good or not please (: Constructive criticism is accepted.)

The Horror of Our Love

Chapter 1:

Chill Pill

The dandelion fluffs flew in the air like dots of fireflies at night. My thumb pressed the "pause" button. I looked over my Gameboy as my eyes started to make an annoyed glower at the little girl blowing out those feather-like petals of weeds, acting like they were the sparkly pink candles on her nothing but frosting birthday cake.

"Well that's not very good for my allergies." I thought to myself sarcastically. Even my brain voice had its own annoyed tone to it. The little girl giggled under her breath as she blew out the last of the dandelions that she picked so ignorantly out of the ground. The specks floated around and danced in the sun soaked air. Without a second thought, I breathed in at the wrong time and unfortunately oxygen wasn't the only thing going into my lungs.

"Ah-AHCHOO!!" My nose reacted to the particles of dandelion remains badly causing a sneeze louder than a gunshot. The little girl screamed and started to cry overdramatically just like all little girls do.

"COOTIES, MEAN LADY GAVE ME COOTIES!!" she screamed. She ran away across the soft dirt of the park in her little white sandals that made slapping noises on the morning dew of the grass. I laughed to myself as I watched her little blond hair bob up and down and out of sight.

"Now back to zombies." Pressing the "pause" button again returned the animated sounds of groans and blood spattering blasting from my old school red  Gameboy Advance SP. The click, click of my thumbs pressing rapidly on the little buttons blended in with all the laughter and tiny high-pitched screams of children playing in the community park. I walked over here every day after school just to unwind as I listened to my music with my brand name headphones and played a variety of games on any old hand held gaming device I could grab during the rush of the morning. It was my little "me" time. Well, every minute is "me" time. I guess you could call this my moment after school "me" time as I waited for my mother to pick me up. My school wasn't that far from here and it's a short walking distance. I even have my own little bench that I sit on every time I come here. Yep, I can see myself being the old lady at the park feeding bread crumbs to pigeons that aren't even there and sucking on cough drops like they were jawbreakers. The weird thing is...I don't really mind that thought.

In the midst of my zombie killing spree, a car honked loudly from the parking lot behind me. I turned around and saw a familiar silver 2006 VW Jetta parked in a parking spot three spots away from me. I paused my game and tucked my Gameboy safely in my jean pocket and picked up my backpack, wearing one strap over my shoulder. Jogging through the crushed pebbles of the playground left annoying little rocks in my Converse's that poked and prodded my foot with each step. The irritated face of a sleep deprived mother glared at me through the black tinted window. It was the kind of face you'd see at the end of your nightmares right before you waked up. Yup, just that scary.

My hand grasped the handle of the shiny car and swung it open, feeling the cool conditioned air blast me in the face. The backpack dropped in first in the feet space before I plopped my body into the leather car seat, swinging the door back closed as I sat. A low volume Bon Jovi song whispered itself out of the stereo speakers and filled the confined car shaped vehicle in its form.  My fingers tapped on my lap as my mouth mutely traced the lyrics to the song I knew so well. The screech of the tires skidded out of the parking lot and into the street that lead us home. My eye sight depleted temporarily out as my mind wandered into the daydream land I seemed to always visit. Visions of my future plans and stuff I would eat later today drifted in and out of my mind like the music on the radio flowed in from one ear to the next. My eyelids started to droop as soon I started thinking of studying and homework and teachers and appointments and tests and exams and club meetings and workbooks and paper and pencils and desk and...and.....zzzz