an·tic·i·pa·tion
noun
the action of anticipating something; expectation or prediction.
That's what Addy feels every Sunday night and every Monday morning.
She doesn't always get along with her piers at her high school.
She wants to but they find her weird. They distrust her and she is as skeptical as they are.
Trust. Trust isn't just an ability that is automatically given, it must be earned.
It's a sort of reward that you give to someone that you confie in that you know will always be there for you. In life and in death. No matter what.
Riiiiiiing
The loud school bell startled Addy as she was distracted by her thoughts.
As she makes her way to her home room she is pushed and shoved to the ground as she tries to make her way through the hall. As if she doesn't even exist.
Maybe she doesn't. Maybe her existence is just a figment of her imagination. Or a dream where she wakes up in the next five minutes and the last four years of her life never happened and she would wake up any minute now in her house, in her bed, in her room that she shared with her twin brother, where she would proceed to go downstairs to her mother making breakfast and her father reading the morning paper when she would cry about the nightmare of a dream she had minutes prior.
And that's where her mother would ask "are you alright darling"
"Are you alright?"
Addy shakes her thoughts away and looks up to see a strange boy around her age maybe older towering above her with his hand stretched out to help her up.
"Mhm."
Is all she responds still cautious of the new boy. He has chestnut brown hair and blue eyes with tinniest bit of yellow around his pupils. He's about six inches taller than Addy putting him at around 5'9-5'10 ish.
"Are you sure that asshole shoved you headfirst right into the lockers."
"I'm alright, thank you."
The new boy smiles down at Addy staring into her forest green eyes.
"I'm Callum by the way, I just moved here."
The new boy mentions holding his hand out to Addy again.
"Nice to meet you Callum, I'm Addy."
Addy says shacking Callum's hand.
"Well we should probably get to class we're already five minutes late."
"Yea you're right, which teacher do you have for home room?"
Addy asks noticing the folded schedule that Callum was playing with in his left hand.
"Umm, Mr.Blake."
"Me too! I can show you where it is, come on!"
YOU ARE READING
Dear demons...
Rastgele"You need to get out of that dark place" "How, I can't see" "Then find the light" | Too look inside the looking glass you must look passed the reflection of yourself to see what it beholds.
