Falling In Love With Death

1: Julius Caesar Is So Not My Thing

Amaryllis Roman

My name is Amaryllis Roman, but most people just call me Lissa, I honestly prefer it that way.

Before I begin my story, I want you to know this isn't for the light hearted, I don't come out of this journey a happy girl with a happy life, I experience loss, love, and pain, but that is life, and if anything I learned how to be resilient and move on with my life from these experiences, Death and Chaos became my friends, ones I was willing to die for, they changed me and I changed them, this is our story.

Monday morning rolled around as I made my way into the bland and treacherously  boring institution we call free education, more commonly known as school.

I sighed, pushing the doors to the school open, as I was met with a rush of students straggling around their lockers and near the stairs.

"Ugh, neanderthals." I scoffed.

"Oof," I said as someone rammed into my shoulder.

"Watch where your going, are you blind?" Some girl said as she bumped into me.

"Sorry I can't hear you, my ears are immune to bullshit, can you repeat that?" I said watching the girl's mouth drop open.

"Whatever, freak." She said walking away down the 2nd floor hallway.

I sighed as I walked towards my locker and wrenched it open. Riverdale Collegiate one of the best secondary schools in the country was bound to have its fair share of preppy entitled students, I just had the misfortune of bumping into one of them.

"Hey Lis, ready for fourth?" I heard my best friend Nike say.

I slammed my locker shut turning around, to see her swaying slightly on the balls of her feet, as if in a restlessness manner seemingly agitated that we would be late to class-again.

"Won't want to keep Mr Mental waiting." I said as we cheekily as she rolled her eyes and we made our way to class.

George Menta was our English teacher, but everyone called him Mr. Mental and he either never notice or cared, because he always laughed and made a not-so-funny pun.

Even though he's my high school teacher, he's actually also my mothers close friend. I've seen him from time to time at our house barbecues, and the occasional Friday dinner. You'd think it would be awkward but it really wasn't, he was like a stand-in father for me.

As the warning bell rang signaling that we were late to class, me and Nike raced to class stumbling in. Mr. Mental turned to look at us with disapproving eyes.

"I'd expect 18 year old seniors to be punctual by now." He said leaning against the white board.

He had grey eyes and short brown hair. He had a great physique and was extremely attractive. At least that's what Nike said. We walked to our seats in the middle of the class as everyone watched us.

"Not 18  Mr. Mental, you can't pull the adult card on me just yet." I said dropping my bag on the ground.

"Well I can try Lissa." He said smiling and returning to the board. He always used the same nickname my mom did ever since I was little. When I turned 4 My mom started calling me Lissa and George soon followed, I didn't mind so much, after all it was my dad who named me and I wanted nothing of his.