Michael follows behind me as I sit down in my very full today English class.
I sit down gesturing for him to sit, knowing no one will even notice he is here, or me.
They never do.
I pull out my laptop, Michael smirking at me as the words pop up on my screen.
This is boring.
I sigh nodding at him, looking up at the very large white board taking up a majority of the front wall seeing we we're supposed to continue working on our stories.
Opening up a new document I frown staring at the keyboard.
I stare at the clock, praying the time ticks away faster.
YOU ARE READING
Unwritten «m.c.»
FanficAs kids we used to play a game called make believe, we'd pretend something was real. Adults always would laugh at us because they supposedly knew that things were ridiculous and impossible, but we thought they were. We knew the truth.
