Born In Hell

8

School seemed like it could go on forever and I just want to take a nap. But it's okay, my lunch period is coming up shortly. Why don't I just take a nap in class, you might ask. Well dearies the ones they call teachers kept calling on me. I couldn't rest my head for a single minute. Honestly I think they just wanted to hear me speak. One of the teachers actually rolled his eyes back with excitement when I said his name.

Like calm your nutsack Mr. Peterson, I just want to take a piss.

But finally the bell rang and I ran off to the library. They have nice chairs in there. I snaked through the back, managing to go unseen. One of the librarians got mad the other day that one of her precious babies got destroyed. Maybe if someone hadn't have waken me from my slumber that wouldn't have happened.

Anywho I've been escaping here, because it's the one place Aniel wasn't. I've been avoiding his presence for the past few days. Naomi almost caught me yesterday, but I'm quick.

Shit not quick enough.

"Belle," she yelled, causing everyone's attention to snap towards me.

I grumbled and turned to face her. "Hi Naomi," I said lowly. "You do know this is a library right?"

She nodded and looked like she couldn't contain her excitement. Why would she be happy to see me? The last thing I told her was to fuck off. Thought that would do the trick, guess not. What a shame.

"Sorry, I'm just so glad to see you. I thought you left the school or something."

"Yeah or something... Well it was nice seeing you I have to go."

"Wait," she said holding me still. "I wanted to talked to you about something." I huffed but waved her on to continue. "It's just I thought we were starting to be your friends and everything, but then you decided to ignore us. What happened?"

I grumbled some more and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Look Naomi you guys are pretty cool, but I'm not the friend you need. And I don't want to jeopardize anything. I just need my space. Okay? It's nothing against you guys, I swear."

I turned my back on her and left. Meaning I went home. That was it, I needed to busy myself with something as of right now.

So who should be my new prey? The lovely old lady next door? The Girl Scout walking down the street? The hobo under the bridge? The stay at home dad, dropping his kid off at daycare? Ah so many options. I'll just have to flip a coin. Maybe spin a bottle.

I spun a little bottle in my head and my gaze stopped on a special someone. "Perfect," I said sliding out my car.

I squatted down next to my tire and slashed it. I went to the back of my car and pulled out the spare and pretended to struggle a bit. I pulled the jack out and spun it around looking confused. In the end I was making so much noise I caught the attention of a nice gardener across the way.

"You need some help over there," he yelled, sticking his shovel in the dirt.

"No," I yelled back. I let the tire roll down the street before I turned back to him. "Yeah maybe a little."

He dashed down to get it and rolled it back to the car. He was a handsome looking man. You know, with a nice black man-bun, dark blue eyes and everything. And no get your racist stereotypical mind out of Donald Trump's ass, he was not Mexican. I'm going with Italian on this one, but maybe Russian. I don't know what landed him here and honestly I don't care. I don't discriminate on my prey.