THREE DAYS BEFORE
my life is great. like a fucking cake walk.
I was worshipped by everyone in my path, and more. I was popular. people loved me for just being me.
but there was one thing that I absolutely disliked about being popular, and that was the attention, as in, people's eyes constantly on me.
it didn't bother me when girls looked at me as I walked by, or people winked at me as they passed, but being full-on stared at by people is just straight up weird and unnecessary.
it's almost like their owls and I'm the prey that they're waiting on.
I don't know, something like that.
I snapped out of my thoughts when Michael blew his smoke in my face, "snap out of it, bro."
I coughed and glared at him, only for him to shoot back the same glare. he held the lit object in between our faces, nodding at it. I greedily snatched it out of his hand and took a long drag of it before passing it back and letting the smoke swirl out into the cold January air.
we stood their passing it between us, watching as cars pulled into the parking lot until it was full before walking inside.
the warm air from inside was a great contrast from the cold air outside, and it made my head spin even more than it already is.
fucking Michael and his weed.
me and him went to our lockers, not bothering to grab our books, just needing somewhere to stand so that we wouldn't have to walk down anymore of those damned stairs.
"i've got someone to torment," he muttered before stalking off down the hall the weird girl with the black hair.
he smirked, laughed, and spat something at her before simply passing her and walking back up the stairs.
I just laughed to myself and walked to my first class.
fucking Michael and his ways.
I sat down in the back of class and slouched down in my chair, sneaking one of the health books off of the back shelf, since I didn't bother to bring mine and I sure as hell wasn't getting the attention pointed at me and being caught high by the teacher.
I open the book to the chapter in the book and left it there before leaning back in my chair again and watching at students piled into the medium sized classroom, one by one.
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I stand up before the bell even rings because all I really want to do is get out of this damn room.
I walk out into the busy hallway and look around for Michael.
I spot him just as he pushes that weird girl from earlier.
Daisy or Danielle, or whatever the fuck her name is.
he walks over to me just as she rams into the wall.
"you see her?" he asks as we start walking upstair, "pathetic."
"yeah, man," I agree.
I've never cared for her at all, she never talks and everyone hates her for whatever reason.
I could never bring myself to ask anyone why we all hate her.
she's too quiet for my liking.
and weird.
she's a real freak.
as me and Michael are walking passed the old water fountains I see her out of the corner of my eye, walking aimlessly like she's got no particular destination.
