Monster ≫ h.s

3.8

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m a i s y

School,

the first week was unbearable. The whispers, the looks that I would receive the hush that would grow over the crowd as I walked in their general direction.

Maisy kindler the girl missing for six months back in school! The papers, the press, it was so stressful. I had made it through an excruciating two months of suffering before everything died down to ashes.

I was able to finally catch up on my school work, and everything seemed to go back to normal. Well as normal as it could go, I struggled very much on a daily basis with lots of things.

It was a constant battle between sensibility and depression. I had good days and bad, but when they were good you'd of thought I never left that'd I never had been taken.

Prom was nice, I had gone with one of the baseball players. His name was Tyler and he was sweet, it had been a fun night. I swear I was trying to experience all the things I had been missing out on.

But as I've said not every day was peachy, sometimes I would have mental relapses and dwell on the past. I'd miss Harry more than I normally would, I would ache for his soft lips and warm hands. I would have more anxiety attacks.

It was such a process, it seemed like my post traumatic stress disorder was dragging me through a ring. Not allowing me to move on with my life.

Even though it wouldn't allow me to move on with life, life continued to move. I watched as students rushed to turn in papers, homework, projects. Ahh- the last minute struggling of students who had put off assignments. It was especially stressful for us seniors.

I had been resting  against my locker when I saw will walking towards the math science hallway. "Will!" I called over the students.

He turned meeting my eyes, his hand was wrapped around someone else's, Sarah highton. She was bad news. I watched as he said something to her before walking over to me. When he did reach me I scowled at him

"I heard you and her were a thing. So it's true?"

Awkwardly he ran a hand through his hair, "maybe...why do you care brat?"

"Because honestly I feel like your older sister and she's bad news... please don't talk to her." I said.

He sighed, "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

He pulled at my ponytail, "Fine, then I won't talk to her." He said beginning to walk away.

"I love you Sasquatch." I called grabbing his hand.

He spun around flashing me his infamous smile that brought all the girls to their knees, "love you too brat."

I walked to my AP literature class alone because I couldn't find Zayn.  When i walked in most of the class was already settled.

"Alright class let's warm up with a little poetry today lets start of with the classic poets Robert Frost, Langston Hughes, and Edgar Allan Poe."

I tapped my pencil against the desk quietly as if not to disturb my class. I sat closer to the window and I gazed out hoping to see Harry, anyone I knew, anyone at all. But the streets were bare... for as beautiful as it was outside the streets were abandoned.