Lost Off

Chapter 1 - Ready

13th October - 7 days Ago

Autumn in Louisiana is impeccable. Great big trees with orange leaves and roads with filled with the fallen ones. I slept only a little. It was 7:00 am and I was on my bed holding my diary. I always loved writing. Poems, stories, articles anything. It's just, one of the few things that get's me going.

My mom and dad are close to me, not to each other, but it's a thing we've learnt to live with. I usually handle my own stuff. It's not nice putting much pressure on them since they got like hundred things to think about and I'm pretty sure they are more important than helping me in History.

Our school is not the most pretentious one, but it has everything to be called a school. I always hated high school. They hit us up with psychology in first. I've absolutely no interest in reading about other people's thinking process because many people don't think. But Psycho's a great subject, or so I've heard.

From a couple of months, things are going really great with this girl I've been crushing on since 9th grade, Kate Harrington. She's the only good thing in this school and the only reason I come to this dream-killing-factory. I was crushing on her since middle school and fortunately she started attending the same high school as me and when we finally started talking I was on cloud 9.

We started off as exchanging notes of History. We had history in 3rd, so when she forgot something to note down, she texted me. We didn't talk in school much because of the people she used to hang out with. They were mean, except for her obviously. Her boyfriend, Brad, was the school's lacrosse team's captain. The guy was pretty buffed up. The types you see in commercials of proteins that promises to improve your health. None of that shit works. This went on for a while. Chatting and sometimes sharing glances in history.

14th October - 6 days ago

The things I hated in high school were endless but the one thing I loathed the most were classes on Saturdays. Why would they even conduct a class on Saturdays? My suspicion of teachers having no life increased. I was arranging my books in the locker when someone tapped on my shoulders. It was Kate, her face 10 inches away from me. 10 Fucking Inches! Do you know how long 10 inches is?! Good, because I don't.

"It is a known fact that Earth revolves around the Sun and the Solar system revolves around a massive black hole in the centre of the milky way galaxy and if the quarks and antiquarks are same in quantity they would annihilate each other leaving nothing but a universe of radioactive waves and that guys are the ones that makes the first move", she said and I thought to myself "Great! She's not a bimbo. She knows stuff". What a shit presence of mind.

"I-I guess so", I said stammering,

She laughed, I don't know at me or at the fact the she had interacted with a complete idiot.

"Anything to get me intrigued?", she said walking with me to her class.

(Have I told you about my infatuation with functioning and secrets of universe? I'm exclusively attracted to Astrophysics.)

"Ye-Yeah", I said and told her about how the gravitational force curves the space-time that is dependent on the size of the medium of gravitation.

"Woah", she said when I finished. She turned to me, "Well, this is my class, I guess I'll go then. Bye", she finished.

"Bye",

It was the first time in my adolescent years I looked into her eyes for and they were beautiful. Big brown eyes telling you everything her words couldn't. Somehow I knew that she was not okay. That she wanted to scream for as long as her lungs didn't burst. Everyone saw her as the girl who's full of herself. But I guess nobody saw her as the girl who need to be reminded that. Most of that day just passed by like that.