It just felt right because It was unnecessary drama.

To my future ghost (16)

To my future ghost,

You are a freaking drama freak.
You are the most dramatic thing I have ever met, which is kinda amusing because you are me...

My childhood was fucked up, so I came out fucked out, I established my whole life on the capability of me having a father.

My soul shattered with a smile on my lips as tears burned my cheeks.

It is loneliness or being a psycho.

You decide, darling.

I leaving judgement to you.

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I am going to conclude I am a hoe for trouble.

Recess came, it was a new day but the grudge was old.

I went to the library, and our eyes met, I knew my death was certain as I saw her eyes go dark, and Miranda sounded Priya for calling me.

Priya was cornered as held her hand up to surrender.

Miranda sighed as she signalled her hand using the come motion as she mouthed, "Come sit in front of me, you don't get to reject, I will behead you on the spot.

I did as told obediently with my hands on my knees, the second she took her seat." I am sorry Mia, please don't kill, not that you would but not the point, I am willing to be your slave for the rest of my life."I confessed with my head low and my eyes shut waiting for a response. I still feel like death is waiting for me.

"Seriously bitch, I can't kill you, you're right on that but I definitely can make you my slave for the rest of no one life. I forgave you ages ago, just wanted a face-to-face apology and now that I got one. Head up, bitch.", Miranda ordered.

I faced her.

She was smiling. A soft one that made her eyes sparkle, the very smile that me fall for her.

" So how is life for you? Or would rather I ask, have you summoned any demon to assist you in your Abyss?"

"Nah, haven't summoned any demons yet but I think Mark might make me summon one, barely took a seat and he already has questions regarding you for me..."

"Ohho, he still dares to be a nuisance, let me guess, now the class ships you guys.", replied Miranda with an evil glee in her eyes while playing with her fingers.

*It is better if she doesn't know I forgot her for a second*

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"How was the recess for you, I saw you entering the library?"

"Stalking me, now bastard, leave me alone. It is a criminal offence. Leave."

"I am just curious.", Mark expressed

Just hearing his voice is good enough for me to desire his end in my hands.

"Curiosity kills, bastard. Now leave me alone."I deadpanned.

"Mark, sit down, settle down class.", Ms Asha announced as her heels clicked on the floor.

She dropped her reference books on the teacher's desk and she began teaching.

It was English after recess, well at least there was something I looked forward to for 1 hour.

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"Have you spoken to Miranda?"

*Yes, I have. We spoke and were somewhat friends now I believe.*

"Are you and Miranda even friends in the first place?"

*I believe we are somewhat friends. I repeat.*

"Does Miranda even know you here?"

*Yes, my presence to her was made clear on my first day here, she drew holes in my head with her glares that I love. Fuck, my masochist side is showing.*

"Why are you here?"

*To study and graduate so I can perish in peace when it's my time I believe. Why else would I be here?*

"Are you into Miranda?"

*Yes, I am into her, I loved her like how I loved you. My hormones are accursed for loving you.*

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Mark wanted to apologise to Miranda but each time he tried he mysteriously would turn into a puddle.

Alongside the attempts on trying to apologise, he only made it clear that he a creep.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months.

During Morning assemblies, the bastard would stare at Miranda, he would stare as he walked up to our class.

At times he would stalk Miranda's menstruation cycle which till now, I have no idea how he did. He would know what her mood would be for the day, he would know her food cravings, and he dared to verify this thing with me.

He would ask things about her, how was her day? if he didn't see her, he would ask why was she absent. if I humoured him by saying she was ill. He would lecture me on how to take care of her.

She knows how to look after herself, she didn't need me telling basic shit.

It was mostly flu and gastric.

He had this habit of talking and asking me about sex, at times he would venture into my sexual orientation and gender.

It was everyday conservation for him.

I humoured him the first time, but at times I would just let him run his mouth, or take the nearest book to me and smack it into his face with the intention it breaking his glasses and his eyeball getting injured but thankful it didn't.

But I guess at times he had a death wish, when I didn't give attention to him, he would find another classmate to talk about my nonexistent sex life or rather talk about my sex drive and sex views.

I didn't want kids assuming me to be a hoe again, already experienced that at my previous school, so whenever he attempted to run his mouth to someone else I would smother him by pulling the back of his collar.

He would choke and say I want to kill him.

Dramatic.

Lucky me, a former classmate who knew us both during our first year in junior high, Darren at times would step in and shut his mouth by smacking him.

The class knew the 3 of us had a history.

Violence is not the answer, it is the fucking solution.

Jail time would not look good on the curriculum vitae, my bad at the age of 24, I have a record of assault on my CV. I got drunk and someone bad-mouthed my babies, and it snapped.

One time he ran his mouth a little too far, and he asked me to deliver his message to Miranda and I did.

My bad, I dared him to run his mouth to Miranda if he was so curious about her.

He did, and I delivered the message.