Post-It-Notes

Chapter 1

Mitch's Pov
Im forever alone nobody to love me to take care of me. I fantasize my life being better I try to make it better I swear I do but no luck. I walk the halls of a abandoned school at night like the school I'm also abandoned like the school I'm left alone like the school nobody wants me. Once the sun rises I go to my hell hole of a school I get bullied because I'm different I get teased cause of the clothes I wear I get beat up because I'm gay. Only pain ever since I told everyone before all of that I was ok my parents loved me I had friends and I was happy now it's in the past.

My tears dropped onto the page as I sat in the old hallway of the abandoned school that was the only place I could get away to. I laid motionless on the ground my heart had been broken enough by people saying the exact words "I hate you".
It was hard to be broken again my soul was already freed into the world I'm just a dark hollow version of my past self.
                                          Nobody will remember the name Mitchell Coby Micheal Grassi once I die. Mitch gently put his hand on his head to feel his buzzed hair that was soon coming back to it's regular length.

I slowly stood up beginning to go downstairs most people thought this place was haunted I thought so too I hear strange sounds once I come in but it never bothered me. I trailed into the art room there was some old art supplies when I get bored I'll draw something there were some old notebooks so I wouldn't have to purchase any. Then there was a wall where I would put Post it notes on It had everything I loved on them.

Books, Music, Boys, Love, The word love caught me I lived for love I loved love but love didn't love me back.
                         I'd see people kissing up against walls as I passed them I'd see people loving on each other hugs kisses I want that. I left the art room making my way to the exit I looked out at the moon light as it shined down on me.

Sarrow filled me as I walked down the street the cold lonely street. A car pulled up next to me then a voice emerged from it "hey you ok?" I kept walking ignoring the man's voice "come on it's cold out here".

I stopped in my tracks turning around "I don't ride with strangers" "ok fine my name is scott hoying im 6'3 and I love to sing just get in the car"

Loves singing just like me wait maybe he's lying I continued to walk again picking up the pace "wait!" I ran back to the school I seen the old school bus deciding to hide in it.

I waited there my breath quickening my heart racing I waited I watched no sign of that guy I laid on the ground trying to catch my breath.
I'm not riding with a stranger thats out the question.