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{ Farkle }

I moved the pencil around quickly, finishing up my essay which I'm supposed to start next week. I finished the last sentence, satisfied with my work. I yawned and rubbed my eyes. I pushed my chair back getting ready to take a shower. I was about to walk in when my phone rang.

"Hello."

I was curious on who was calling me.

"Farkle, it's Mrs. Matthews."

"Mrs. Matthews, hello. Is something wrong."

I sat down on the bed, actually worried if something happened. I could hear Mrs. Matthews silently crying.

"It's about Riley. She's...she's..."

I was now extremely worried, the tears were already coming down my face.

"What happened to Riley?!"

"She got shot."

Those three words is all it took for me to run out the door, still in my pajamas.

***

That day is forgotten in my brain.

I poured more scotch in my shot glass. I cried that night. I cried and cried until I fell asleep. God, I'm such an asshole. I left everyone that night, I couldn't be reminded of Riley. The girl I loved. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Now, here I am, drinking my days away. I'm an alcoholic, poor, and no education. I sat down and put my head in my hands.

Call me a coward, but it's hard. It's hard learning the girl you love is gone. Just like that. I imagined that me and Riley would get married, move out, have kids, and die old together. She died when she was 14. I let out a bitter chuckle, now I'm alone. I would've said bye, but they wouldn't care. No one would care about a coward with a stupid Justin Bieber haircut. I changed. For the better.

Riley always wanted to fix something, even when it can't be fixed. I sometimes wonder if Riley is looking down at me, yelling at me to go back, your not a coward.

Well Riley, your too late.

***

I know Farkle's is short. But it's hard to write in guys point of view. Lol. If you haven't already seen, my writing schedule is on my ask book. Shameless self promotion, I know, I'm sorry.