The Question Game

The Game

"Why would you want to play that?" I ask.

"It's fun and I'd get to know more about my future wife!" He smirks.

"I'M NOT MARRYING YOU!"

"I was joking! Jeez can't you take a joke?"

I slap him again. Who does this kid think he is!?

"Whats wrong with you?"

I ask annoyed.

"Whats wrong with you?"

He picks me up and puts me on his shoulder.

"Let me down"

I try to get down but he has a really tight grip on my waist.

"Let me down"

Why does he have this affect on me?

I blush. This is really cute I don't know why.

"Fine I'll play!"

"Good. What's your favorite color?"

He lets me down and I walk to my seat.

"Baby blue. What kind of question is that?"

"I just wanted to know. Your turn!"

"Uhmm....What school did you go to before this one?"

"I was homeschooled."

"Then why are you going to a real school now?"

"Not telling you, thats another question for another time!"

"Fine."

"How many peircings do you have?"

"Why would you want to know that?"

"Well you have a nose piercing, ears peirced and lips so who knows how many others you have."

"Two lip ones, one nose, two on my left ear, three on my right, and my belly button. So thats...9 and I'm thinking about getting my eyebrow peirced."

"Dammnn giirrrrrll......That's alot. Why do you have so many?"

"Hey! It's my turn!"

"Okay go!"

"Why were you homeschooled up to today?"

"Last month my Dad died while drunk driving and who knows where my mom is right now. She ran off a week after she had me. I've been living with my aunt ever since. I hate it here. I wish I knew where my mom was."

He has a look that looks differant than him. He looks sad and depressed.

No comment from me.

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"Speachless I see." He says and snaps me out of my thoughts. He's back to himself now.

"Yeah..It's just...."

"Just what? Suprising?"

"Yeah...."

The bell rings,signaling the end of fourth period,and saving me from any other awkward conversation. Thank you bell!! THANK YOU!

I make my way to art. My favorite class! I drop my science book and binder in my locker and grab my sketchbook and pencil case.

I walk up to the doorway and say hi to Mr. Wilson. I sit down in my class.

To my suprise Ashton shows up and sits beside me.

"What are you doing here?"

"I have art right now too."

Nooooo!! How many classes does this kid have with me?

"That's really good!" He says pointing to my drawing of a hawk.

It's not that good. I just draw what I like drawing. I love animals.

"Uh....thanks?"

"It looks realistic." He has to be lying! It doesn't look real at all!

"Not really."

"Want to play the game again?"

"Sure."

"My turn. So Madelyn.....We all have a story. What's yours?"

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