I stumble slightly on my way through the exit of the door. After leaving I stop in the parking lot trying in a difficult manner to locate my 1996 Toyota Celica, and I-shit-you-not, I left my backpack (location of my keys) in my locker. While whether debating if I should return to get it and l face the idea of getting caught and possibly a detention. On the other hand I could just walk the 9-mile way to my house.
"Okay, Violet you have one opportunity to not be a dumbass at this moment," whispering to myself. I squint my eyes so tight and pinch my forefinger and thumb quite hard on the brim of my nose. "WHY CAN'T I EVER BE FUCKING NORMAL!!" I scream so loud that it echoes in the car parking lot.
"I should be asking that same question." As I hear a deep voice behind me squawk. "You could really have an intervention right about now, maybe a drug-use anonymous."
I turn around and give him the best death glare I could conjure up. Just standing there quiff and all. He stares at me as if I belittle him and then I forgot that I haven't blinked in the last thirty seconds, and should stop making this face because he's giving a weird, concerned look.
"Are you okay?" the large freak asked in a creeped out manner.
"I don't know how to feel without wanting to really punch you in the face."
"Well too bad for you because I'm on my way out."
As he starts to walk away from the doors, I stand there perplexed. Wait, where is he going? "Hey giant, where are you leaving to?"
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Fanfiction♢ ♢ That's where you're ending this conversation? SAY SOMETHING! You know what don't even say anything." I screech from my scratched lungs. I bolt out of his room in a fury, sadness, and desolation. Who the hell does he think he is? Luke, you have b...
