They pass him by in the hall, giggling and chatting, smiling as he glanced over at them. He looks down face blushed red as always, they knew that would happen. It was routine to them, to him it made his day. Poor guy doesn't even know they both hate him. Sitting here I watch them twist his heart, laughing as they do. Walking up I talk to him for awhile and we leave for the lunchroom as always. How can he not see me like he does them, how is it so hard to see their intentions? What was on his mind every morning before class?
How does she not notice my love for her? She sits there across the table, starring off into nothing. What could she be thinking? She probably thinks I hate her. We've known each other since we we're children. If only I had the courage to ask. I guess I deserve to be taunted by my classmates. They do it everyday anyways, before lunch.
YOU ARE READING
Happy and Derranged
عشوائيI'm going to be writing a series of stories, hopefully all pretty short. They will show my frustration with life and the people around me. They'll also show what interests me.
