"I'm leaving this dump, ya filthy patsies!" I yelled out in the TV room. I love calling people patsies; it's such an underrated insult.
"Let me give you a hug, kiddo," Angella said emotionally. She hugged me so tightly something in my ribs popped. She was like an anaconda, suffocating its prey.
"Ow..." I groaned.
"Sorry, Clive," she replied with an embarrassed expression.
"See you, dude," Devon waved from the couch.
"Hey, don't be an idiot," Stella said with a tiny smile.
"Oh, I won't be! Just be sure to follow your own advice!" I exclaimed excitedly.
"Don't worry, I will," she replied with a chuckle.
I ran back to get my mother, who was reading some nonsense on Facebook, and told her I was ready. She stood up, and together we walked through the ward's hallways to freedom. I felt so rejuvenated at that moment; you have no idea.
As we were about to exit the ward, I shouted just to make a point one more time.
"I won't be missing you, Franklin Douglas!"
After all, why would you miss hell?
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The October Amaryllis
Science FictionClive Andrews is a typical 16-year-old boy who never had anything out of the ordinary happen until May 16th, 2020, when he was struck by several feet of ball lightning and nearly killed. After being discharged from the hospital, he realizes that he...
