the sky is blue

.alone again.

Monday rolled around and my creative writing teacher put on a movie.

Maya and I sat next to each other, pretending it was a real date.

Our fingers stitched together we sat at our desks, which weren't as comfortable as your typical movie chair.

Eventually the bell rung, and Maya and I strode out of the room hand in hand.

Things went well with her that week, but it was the next weekend where things got complicated.

I was beginning to realize I was possibly too young for her.

The harsh reality hit me, and it hit me hard.

She expected all these things from me, which I had no idea how to come by. I didn't have the money to start taking her in real dates.

Another problem was her dad was way too overprotective. He blocked my contact on her phone, and warned her of the consequences if she tried to talk to me again.

I was completely ignored by her on Sunday.

Whatever, I'll have to talk to her on Monday.

Although she wasn't the same as her, she had her own perks.

But were they the perks I was looking for?

I tried to approach her Monday afternoon, but she was clearly depressed.

I snuck up behind her and hugged her, thinking it would help. Instead she knocked my arm off and buried her head in her arms.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Those were the last words I ever said to her in person.