Drunk

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Maddie Grace Clifford
I stepped into school, sighing in releif.
It was my getaway. Always was when things were bad, always will when they're bad.

I don't like talking about my home life. Or my feelings at all. I like to feel numb. The only emotion I felt was drunk.

It's not a real feeling. But it is to me.

I arrived at my locker, getting my special book out. We don't really our lockers, but I keep something really special in there.

It was my book. It looked like a normal notebook, but held something special. M.E

It stands for "my everything"

I put M.E in my leather satchel, before walking to my first class. It was a class not everyone has. A G.T class (Gifted and Talented)

I go in there for half the day, go to lunch, and then my last two classes, Health and Math.

I was smart. But no one knows that. Because I have no friends. I don't care, I like it that way.

I sat at my seat, awaiting the arrival of someone. He was someone to everyone. Or "the someone"

Cameron Dallas.

He's graduating soon, while I have another year left like his younger sister Emily.

He walked in.

I sit in the last row in the back.

He sits in the front usually.

But today, he sat two seats down from me. I was watching him take out his camera.

We all work on our talents here. We take a test in the beginning of the year, and if we can get a hundred on every highschool subject in that test, we can come to this class.

We still take a monthly test. If we don't pass it, we get kicked out. I never haven't passed.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, taking me out of my thoughts. I looked to see who touched me. No one touches me. Not after her.

But when I'm met with captivating brown eyes, all those thoughts are washed away.

"Uhh... yeah?" I asked.

"Well, I was wondering...."

He trailed off, leaving my hope to skyrocket. It went right back down. Who would want me? I'm the semi-goth freak.

"Would you mind putting one of my pics as your book cover?" He finished seconds later.

I nodded before turning around. I took out my laptop opening up my latest books. I was in here for my writing.

Bring|Bring|Bring

The lunch bell went off. I stood up making my way to the library. I read there while lunch goes on. I don't eat.

I have a corner there. It's my corner.

I saw Cameron in the hallway right outside the library. Just standing there. I snapped the stretchy bracelet
on my wrist. I have bunches of them up and down my arms. I snap that one when I think about self harming for the first time.

He was still there.

I stopped and tied my black converse hoping he would leave when I stood up. I watched him as I tied them.

I stood up, as he still stood there.

I made my way there hoping to ignore him. I walked to the door.

He looked at me. I stared back. We stood like that, him against the wall by the door, me holding onto the door handle.

He walked away breaking our eye contact.

I walked into the library, wanting to forget about that. It makes me feel awful about myself. He likes the happy, pink, cheerleaders. Not the mysterious, black, loners.

Maybe Emily would be by my corner. We have an understanding. When she throws a party, she'll stand by my corner so I know. She just leaves after I nod.

Funny how I want to forget about Cameron, her brother, by her parties.

Emily was there. I nodded telling her to leave. She walked away.

Cameron Alexander Dallas~

Maybe another day. Or maybe I'll do what I did today. Walk away.