School is the WORST!
This last week alone m- wait..... why don't I explain.
Tuesday, November 26th, 2015. That was the day my life went to hell. First my long-time girlfriend, Maria at school broke up with me in front of the ENTIRE school.
It was awful, and I never heard the end of it.
Then, later that day I start thinking to myself Good job genius, kept a girl for nearly six months then blow it, way to go when suddenly a crazy white guy comes from behind the corner and runs at me.
Due to my rage at the break-up and my lack of sleep, when the guys swings at me I take his arm and throw him thru a school bus. I know anger issues yeah yeah and superpowers that should be hidden yeah yeah I get it enough from my mom.
The look on my face must be priceless. I ran like hell home dunno how fast or how long, but when I got there I just got my keys, opened the door, and locked myself in my room. The chill I felt was deep. I just took an innocent and almost murdered them.
I thought them that I could never ever leave my room, never hurt another person again, ever. That thought process lasted a grand total of 15 seconds because then I realized I had to go back to school tomorrow an I knew I had to learn to control it.
Too bad for me though, were are you going to learn to control all this power? Well that one thing I still don't know, but what I do know it what happened next so moving on.
The next day I went back to school. Bad move.
See people still talked about my ex problems which still made me mad. Of course with careful not to murder people (quite literally), I continued thru the hell hole of a day it was.
Then after school this girl came up to me and asked me out. I was confused but said "Sure when?"
Terrible mistake.
Our date happened two long hours later at a local restaurant downtown. The drive was a pain added on the hell-like day I was having. But, it was worth it, sorta.
She was wearing a beautiful long red dress with high heels that were out the this world. Basically not my kind of date normally, but special occasions are allowed.
I sat down and she asked "So you actually came."
I responded with "I was just thinking the same thing."
She laughed and from there we talked until the waitress came over and took our orders. We both ordered quick eager to get back to our conversation.
We hit it off great and by the end of the night she had paid and we stopped by a hotel on the way to my house. I checked in, grabbed the key, and ran upstairs with her.
She went to the bathroom and I waited outside on the bed.
When she came out she had a gun and started repeatedly shooting my body. The shock was slowly knocking me back until I felled out a window.
The night was cool and my movement made it colder, as I descended to my landing point, the hard, cold ground. The impact shook and it reminded my that there were bullets in me, so numerous I couldn't count them all. My sleep into unconsciousness was absolutely peacefully and fitting, my last thought, Maria.
