"Damn it!" screamed Mars getting up off the floor. He had missed a strike by one pin. When Mars had asked me to go bowling I didn't realize that it would be in someone's basement. And I definitely didn't expect Mars to get pissed off every time he missed a pin.
"Your turn," he said harshly. I put down my hand, I guess he didn't want a fist-bump. I held the ball and rolled it down the lane. All the pins were knocked down. I started to celebrate, but then I remembered that Mars was a sore sport.
"So how did you know about this place anyways?" I asked as he went up again.
"My friend, he- uh he used to live here,"
"Oh, and where is he now?" I asked.
"Dead. He was stabbed to death three years ago," Mars said, rolling the bowling ball. My eyes went wide. I barely know Mars, why is he telling me this?
"You know what, lets do something else," I say trying to get things a bit more light. Mars nods and we walk outside. The sunlight stings my eyes as I emerge from the dark room. I turn my head away and bring my arm up over my eyes tugging at my cuts. I suck in my breath again.
"What's wrong?" Mars asks, panicked. I get a grip on myself and wave him off.
"Its fine, I'm fine, lets just go ok,"
"Ok Macy, but you looked-"
"I'm fine, just- just walk me home,"
We walked along the sidewalk separated by a couple feet. I knew that making friends here was going to be hard, but did I really have to make friends with the only other antisocial person on the island?
"So do you have any other friends here?" I asked as we neared my house. Mars stuck out his hand and gave me the so so gesture went to open my door. Before shutting him out, I turned and gave him a hug.
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She's Alright
Ficção AdolescenteMacy just wants to be skinny. Now an official adult, she moved across the globe to a small city where no one will know her story. Where no one will care. Where she could be free of her past torment. But will making friends here prove to be just as h...