Cracked Mask

A/n Song to add to the sadness to the story. This song just reminds me of it so well here you go to anyone who cares to read

I don't remember when I first noticed that there was a black spot on the ceiling till I drifted off into daydream-land, board with my math notebook that I had to study. Yet I somehow started daydreaming about being Amu and being with Ikuto when this black spot caught my attention. I was thinking of the life of the spot. Mr. Spot was raised like every other white spot taught to be always round, and not to get pissed when a human pokes it. He was a good spot always following the rules, but one day he was poked over, and over again till he croaked. Then changed into the big bad black spot every spot Hated, and feared so he had to live alone with no other spot to talk to about the big white Spot World.

BEEP BEEP

I was brought out of the life of Mr. Spot when my phone when off to inform me of a text message. I sigh is I look at my notebook I was supposed to be studying. I know most of this, I can take a small break to text whoever it was. Even if I should be studying I already have an F in the class not like this one stupid test will help me get my grades up from an F to an A or even to a C so why even try to study.

I look down at my phone to check who it was. Only to see the one and only "Superman" or by his real name Jason. I roll my eyes just thinking of all the stupid things he could be and have done. Yes, he is cute, but my heart belongs to my kitty Brandon. Also, he is a pain in my butt at times never shutting up about me trying to compliment me which pissed me off at times.Even if he did piss me off I still loved being his friend. .

Superman: hey little kitten ;*

I roll my eyes smiling at his harmless flirting. Yes, he can be a pain, but he could always make me smile even if I didn't want to.He always knew how to mess with my emotions which pissed me off. I could be happy as can be but he would push my buttons to make me a total jerk. I hated this, but I could never talk sense into his messed up head of his I look down at the phone realizing that I never replied to his message.

RebelLove: hey J i'm "working"on homework XD

I smirk as I lean back looking up at Mr Spot till my phone rings again for my reply

Superman: Lol by "working " you mean staring off into space till you can go to bed

RebelLove: Yep yep

Superman: Hey wanna go out

I look at my phone as I pinch the bridge of my nose in annoyance. Jason knows I have a boyfriend, but that never stops him from asking. As if each time he asks me, my answer would be different than the answer I give him the time before. Yet he never fails to ask me over and over again.

RebelLove:J ive told u this b4 no i will nt

I sigh as I place my phone down as I look at my Math Notebook frowning. I get up as I smell heaven. The rich scent of burning Hickory wood. My mouth waters as I walk out of my room to get BBQ chicken.

After a few days of reading a few books, boring school stuff, texting random people, and the fun chores around the house, I blare Black Veil Brides "In The End" in my room as I watch Jason's face on the screen of my phone. He smiles at me as he brings his joint to his lips for a few seconds before exhaling it through his nose as if he was a dragon. I smile as I hum to the music trying to seem like I thought he was cool doing so.Yet in actuality, I absolutely hate Cannabis. What ruins people isn't the plant it's the people. They use the plant in all the wrong ways. Marijuana should be used for patients, not to intoxicate yourself. The worse part is that all the rappers make it seem like the best, and fun thing to do. Plus, it stinks, smells like a skunk that has been rotting away in its own spray. I always acted like it was cool when I with him since normally he whines like a little baby whenever I show my antipathy toward his habit.