The Flip Side

Chapter 5

Hey! Sorry for interrupting the story but I just realized I forgot to put a picture on the last chapter so I wanted to apologize for it <3 There's supposed to be a picture for every chapter to get some sort of hint to their expressions when it happens. I just find it makes the story a lot better, ya know?

Also! Updates! I will be updating this book every Saturday and every Sunday so twice in a week, one in the beginning one at the end. I really like writing this book so I decided to give it two updates a week ^w^

:3 Anyways! That was all I wanted to say! And have fun with this chapter and the chapters to come <3

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"Mark, are you paying attention?" Her clear, female voice shooting straight through my thoughts in the most annoying way possible, my eyes darted over to the bitch I was forced to respect and she stood with papers collected in her hand.

Most of them scrawled with letters and drawings, all of them were from the asylum. From the patients who actually answered. I don't care what she says, I am not going to give her Jack's letters so she can read them to the class. He's my pen pal, be respective of privacy literate twit head.

"Uhh....No?"

Shooting me a look only one who absolutely hates children could make, I shrugged my shoulders earning myself an eye roll from the teacher. Hand tightly holding onto the note Jack sent back to me, she cocked an eyebrow as she cleared her throat and spoke up explaining what she was doing but to be honest I wasn't paying attention to that either.

"Do you have your letters that you collected from your pen pal?" Her eyes glued onto the paper that I had in my right hand, I shook my head back and forth as she strolled across the room towards me. A displeasing look plastered onto her face.

"Mark I would love if you were honest with me. These count for most of your marks."

"Ever heard of privacy?"

"Is there something you don't want me to see?"

"Yeah, personal conversations."

"Mark, he's a psycho not your beer buddy." Opening my mouth to object she swiftly swiped the letter out of my hands and I stood up in desperation but she was already reading the letter that he sent to me personally.

Heart sinking into my stomach as tears pricked into my eyes, her eyes rolled down the entire sheet until I saw them widen really wide as she turned to stare at me. An expression I've never seen on her before, she slammed the paper down onto my desk with a huff and walked back to her desk.

"Mark, stay after class." Heat bubbling into my face and lapping every inch of skin that wasn't tomato red up, I bowed my head as I felt all eyes on me from all the other teenagers who gave in their letters without a fight.

All of them wondering why the fuck I was being so difficult in showing the teacher a bunch of scrawls. It's different with Jack. He's smart. I know that now. He writes back and you can hear the genius. I don't want her reading it. I just don't like the way she talks about him or looks at his writing with no care.

I'd rip her apart and that stupid grimace if it wasn't illegal in all fifty states.

Gently unfolding the crinkled paper, hoping it was still in good condition, or at least readable condition, I scanned my eyes over his writing already picturing those ocean eyes and green hair I could feel the energy bouncing around on the page as I read all of it with care.

'Mark!

I don't really know why you chose me as a partner really, I think maybe I'm too energetic or misbehaved for you. But then whenever I see you come down that hall and I hear your voice. Well, I'm sure you know the same feelings I share.

You aren't in the hospital, so I'm not TOO TOO sure, but, I love it when I make you smile. The drawings that I sketch, the green eyeball inside of the tank it's filled with septic liquid. All of it is green and it signifies....Someone very dear to me.

You can just call him Sam for now. Septiceye Sam. But since you're Mark I'll tell you the truth sooner or later, but I'll do it when we are face to face because I just can't figure how to decode it onto a mere piece of paper and shove it to the guard who rips it open and reads it watching me heartbroken.

If he reads it, or hears me, any of them. I think I will be sent away to another hospital. The Nurse wants to try something! I wanted to know if I could get your permission and you'd have to sign a few things, but if you aren't okay with it then I'll leave you with these few answers.

I LOVE HUGS! If I was unleashed from the strap jacket and the muzzle and the chains on my ankles and all these things binding me down...Well...I'd hug everyone and anyone who wouldn't mind hugging me back. And if they do, I wouldn't let go until they gave me one.

I am called Jack, but my original name was Sean. I just don't like using it, it brings up too many memories. But umm...You can use it! If you really like it! Like a nickname for me! And if not, we can think of something else to give each other as nicknames.

I don't know the times in here, since they don't show me a clock. But uhh, Night person! I think.... I don't sleep at all. Cause I mean, who can sleep in a place like this? I'd rather be Plankton who dozes like a hobo in the Chum Bucket!

But that computer would be a creepy wife....I'm sure you could do much better! Speaking of better! Here's a nickname I was thinking about, I don't know if you will like it or not. But I'll just assume that if you stop coming to see me it will have been because of terrible nickname picking...

Sounds like a crime actually. Jack! The terrible nickname picker!...Maybe this is one of the reasons I'm in here.

HMMMMMMMMMMMMM I WONDER?!

Nah, anyways, if you like the name Markimoo, that's what I'll be calling you! If not, umm, just Mark can do fine then for me. As long as you keep coming to see me. It gets way too lonely here...

I don't like it. But this is as much of the writing as my pages can give me. So, I'll talk to you later Boo!

Bye Marky Mark!'

Warmth buzzing inside of me, I sighed in content as I reread it, eyeing the drawings and sketches like I had a million times before ever since I got the letters from Jack. It was nice, you can hear the bounciness in his writing, but you can feel the glow of utmost brilliance.

I want to bring him some of my math problems, maybe he can solve them. He did say he loves puzzles.

I just don't want him to be alone.