Chapter 1
[Hi. My name is Quetzabelt and I'm 16 years old. I fancy girls and this is the story of how I fell deeply in love; So deep, the ocean envys it.]
"Let's dance to Joy Division and celebrate the irony. Everything is going wrong, but we're so happy!"
I oscillated my body, encircling the room to the rhythm of the music, as I got myself adjusted for school. I crammed my mind with thoughts of exquisite girls. I giggled gently as I abstracted my clothes from my body. I clutched black panties and bra, baggy, black Nirvana shirt, Skeleton tights, and my creepers from the drawer and closet. I began fixating my clothes, caking my eyes with eyeliner and establishing black lipstic, neatly on my lips. I gaped at my hair with a beany wrapped on some of it; it was Jet Black and quite stomach lengthened. Treated, tidily, curled and allocated on my left shoulder. I grasped my back-pack, snagged an orange and stumped out the door. My folks were never home so I never had to be courteous and retreat myself from them. As I roamed towards the bus stop, my phone began to vibrate, informing me of a new text message. I unbarred my phone and ascertained the message.
Ava: U comin 2 skool 2day?
Me: Not with that fucking spelling!
Ava: Haha, fine! Meet me in the back of the school, okay?
Me: Sigh, okay.
Ava: See you there, lame-ass.
I gawked up to the gloomy, grayish day as I also shut the texts and slid to my playlist. I blared Lithium by Nirvana, into my eardrums while anticipating for the bus.
