A young man named Leslie Heather was obsessed with me, and he wanted to hang out with me. This was going to be so much fun. Leslie walked straight up to me with that stupid cheesy smile on him, waiting for my reply to his question. Leslie had short, brown hair that was swept to the right. To match this he had bright hazel eyes with yellow streaks that adorned right around his pupil. He also usually wore the same old gray t-shirt and not too baggy black jeans even though it was the middle of the fall.
"Look, Leslie. I don't want to hang out with you right now, okay?" I said, clearly annoyed with his antics.
Leslie tilted his head. "Aww, why not?" He paused. "Key ring too nervous?"
"Kieran, excuse you. And you are so annoying it's not even funny." I said, clearly aggravated.
Leslie smiled, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "But it'll be just us. Come on!" He insisted.
Then it hit me. "You know what? I will." I said, nodding to whatever the heck his plans might've been.
Leslie smiled in anticipation and took my hand in his own. "Let's go then, huh?"
I nodded and he led me along as we walked. It was odd, I'm pretty sure he was ditching school just for the sake of spending some quality time with me. I never really understood his motives but it would be better then spending the rest of my waking moments alone. Leslie looked back at me with a curious look, he could tell that I was getting way deep in thought again. I winked at him as if to say I was indeed paying attention and he winked back, and turned back towards the path that lead ahead of us.
Leslie walked along, pulling me to the side into the park not too far from us. He looked back at me with a nervous smile now and pulled me down to sit on the grass, watching as car drove past us. I could hear Leslie softly humming, probably to a recently released song that he had been listening to on loop for the past time that he might've been waiting for me. All of the sudden Leslie reached under his t-shirt and pulled out a turquoise rose and handed it over in my direction with a sly smile on.
"Um, thank you Leslie?" I said, questioningly.
Leslie nodded. "Do you like the color of it?"
"I..." I paused, thinking of the right words to say. "It's a great color."
Leslie turned his attention towards me now. "Can I... Go.. On an official first date.. With you?"
"What? Really?!" I paused, smiling. "You've gotta be kidding me, Leslie."
"I would never. It'll just be us dating, promise." He said, an excited look on him.
I nodded as he spoke. "I'll drive!" I might not have a good record, though..
"No need, but if you want, feel free." Leslie said simply.
I nodded, getting up from my current spot with him standing up after me. He gave me a look as if questioning where we were going to go now, and I of course pointed to the large school in the distance. Leslie sighed heavy and nodded slowly, knowing he wouldn't get out of it. Leslie and I both arrived to the door at the same time in which he raced to open the door for me. I smiled, quietly thanking him for opening the door for me and quickly shuffling inside, and making a run for my locker.
The whole day just had to start with one of my worse subjects, Social Studies, or whatever you preferred to call it. I heaved a sigh and gathered my things, heading to the class. My teacher only went over really the basics of what we would be learning which usually led to confusion once the test came around. Finally the wretched period ended and I practically ran off from the room, moving to my next period class. Spanish was not as hard as I found Social Studies to be, although I would still find somehow I would just always end up struggling.
I made my way to my locker since my Spanish class required a binder and once I opened it something that made me realize something might've been off hit me. Black mist slowly poured out at the consistency of a broken dam, or at least it seemed like that to me, no one around me seemed to notice whenever this would happen. Was I the only one that was actually seeing these things? Most likely, I am already on the train to crazy by going on a date with Leslie. Even though I wasn't all too sure at this point.
Maybe it wasn't the best idea to go through it. Were my decisions I was making the reason that this odd black mist was after me? Probably. I just hope if I ever wake up in the real world that no one will think I am crazy just because I feel like talking about what I see when I just happen to space off, or fall asleep. Who knows, maybe I hadn't actually ever killed anyone at all? I did fall asleep by that bar anyways, then again I have fallen asleep on more then one occasion during my life.
Then someone behind me firmly gripped my neck, pulling me back into what was happening. I was standing outside my parents' house, and it looked as if I had just passed out this morning. I couldn't really if I had or not, I've had such a long week and I can't even remember where Jenna went. Did I kill him, or did he just disappear? I don't know, why would I know? The grip around my neck steadily tightened and pulled me above the ground, twirling me around quickly, I quickly turned dizzy.
"You're voice isn't going to sound so pretty after this, Kieran!" A scraggly voice escaped from the source of the gripped hand.
