Emotions. Emotions are expressed. Emotions are hidden. Emotions are measured, like in a metaphorical measuring cup. A certain person, or people, can push you over the edge and cause those emotions to overflow. When those emotions overflow, all hell can, and will, break loose.
Like with Austin, he stabbed a kid, who was bullying him, in the hand with a pencil. Do I blame him? Not at all. I'd probably do it myself. I don't have homicidal tendencies or anything like that, just simple defensive instincts.
I sat in the backseat with my earbuds in, listening to "No. 1 Party Anthem" by Arctic Monkeys. Mom had just gotten back to the car with Austin, so I took out my earbuds.
"Well? How'd it go?" Ginny asked.
"I'm not gonna lie. It was..." Mom started.
"You're not gonna lie? That's weird." Ginny retorted.
She's always so damn disrespectful.
"I'd like to hear from Austin. How'd it go?" She continued.
"I'm suspended, and I have to do therapy. Mom said she was worried." Austin explained.
"Baby, I'm not worried. There is nothing wrong with you, and you don't need to go to therapy. That Zach kid had it coming."
"I'm sorry. Are you suggesting the nine-year-old deserved to be stabbed through the hand with a pencil?"
"Yeah." I chimed in.
Ginny death glared at me.
I sat back , put my earbuds in, turned my music up, and looked out the window. One of my favorite Pierce the Veil songs came on, "Bulletproof Love".
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"Hey!" A voice called out.
I was outside skating. Well, kind of teaching myself. I'm horrible, but practice makes perfect, right?
I turned around and saw the one and only Marcus Baker jogging towards me. And what did I do? I ran into my house, bumping into Ginny as she was leaving.
"You can't stay mad at me forever!" Mom yells as Ginny walks out of the door. "She's gonna stay mad at me forever."
I dashed upstairs, without Mom noticing me.
I gathered my things because I needed to take a shower and such. A nice long shower sounds amazing as of right now.
"For a gal who just went through her first break up, I take care of myself very well." I whispered to myself.
I have this habit of talking to myself when I'm alone, but it's not a bad thing. Smart people talk to themselves.
I showered and got dressed for the night, then I slept or whatever normal people do.
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"Girl, are you listening?" Lene snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Yea- um... Nah, I wasn't..... Yeah, I wasn't. Sorry."
"Thinking about Marcus again?" She questioned.
"It's kinda hard not to. I saw him last night, and no, I didn't talk to him, I ran in the house." I explained.
"He was your first boyfriend, first breakup, first heartbreak.... right?"
My first heartbreak wasn't even romantic, but I just nodded and dismissed everything.
"So, how's your brother's store doing?" I changed the subject.
