"Okay, this is it," she said as she held my hand and walked me down the hall to our lockers. She always gave me, and herself, a speech on eh first day of school, like one a singer would do before a performance. "This is our last year. Yes, it's hell, but you know we'll miss it when we're old."
"I don't think I will," I said, a bit too sadly, earning a pinch on the hand.
"Yes you will. Anyway, this is our last year, and it's going to be the best. That means, dear, we are going to own this school, which means, going to prom."
"No, no no no no no, you know there is no way you can get me to go to prom-"
"Daniel, listen, I know you don't want to, but you've deprived me of every other dance opportunity since eighth grade," she knew that was only half true. Sure, I didn't, or more couldn't, go with her, but she always found a hot date. "And besides, I know you can do it. I'll be right there, and we can leave at any point if it's too much. Just trust me." I still shook my head. Fear always seemed to overrule any hope I had, and any chance of getting out from under the dark cloud that stormed over my head.
"Babe, please," she said, stretching out the 'ee' more that necessary. "Dan, come one, you know you can do it. Even if you can't, it's the trying that counts. I'll be there, and I won't ever leave your side. Just try this with me." The look in her eyes was reassuring, and I couldn't say no the only person in my life that could put up with me.
"Ok, yeah. I'll try." She let out a squeal and flung her arms around my shoulders, repeating 'thank you's."
"Yeah yeah yeah," I said, lightly pushing her off of me. I wasn't that big on physical touch, even with Sandy.
"Okay, now that that's sorted, I can finally start my senior year off on the right note." Her smile was so bright and genuine, it made me drop my mostly fake one. "Hey, babe, you'll be alright, you know that. If you've got any problems, just ring me and I'll get you straight away, okay?" She rested her hand lightly on my shoulder and I nodded, blinking away tears that threatened to fall. "Okay. You're gonna be okay. Deep breaths, and think of Evan Peters, okay?" I couldn't help but laugh, a tear slipping through.
"Okay, thanks," I said.
"No problem. Now get your perfect ass to class, you don't need to be late to your first class on the first day of your senior year." Sandy had a habit of making sentences too elaborate, but I forgave her for it. She was the one person I could sometimes forgive for having bad grammar. Nonetheless, I nodded as she smiled and walked off.
My first thought as she walked away was, I'm alone. I'm alone, and now there's no one to protect me. I stood with my back to my locker for a moment, my legs unable to move as my heart beat fast and my mind spun. That was until I felt a tapping on my shoulder, and my heartbeat sped up. I looked to see a tall guy stood in front of me, withdrawing his finger. His hair was similar to mine, but black with blue on the fringe. He had an eyebrow, lip, cartilage, and earlobe piercings. With a leather jacket and an MCR shirt underneath, and black jeans with a small chain hanging off them, he was the textbook definition of a punk.
"Um, hey, you're in front of my locker." His hard appearance didn't seem to match his warm northern voice. I stumbled out of the way while mumbling a 'sorry'
"Hey, it's no issue." He was so nice, it contradicted the hardcore vibe he gave off. I just nodded and walked off to my first period, trying to avoid any other contact.
HeYo! I bet I seem really happy and like a really outgoing person when I type these authors notes, don't I? I'm really just a sad lonely person that sits in the back of the room and doesn't talk to anyone. *fun facts*
ANYWAY, how are you? What do you think of this? Any feedback on literally (lit-ral-ly) anything I say or do is much appreciated and accepted. So, I hope you are doing alright. If you aren't, I promise it will be better. I know it will. Life is not meant to be sad and lonely- it's what you make of it. So if you want it to get better, it will; you just have to wait for it to happen. I hope all is good. You're amazing, you're beautiful, I hope you're alright. So long ^-^
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