cassette tapes [rough draft]

tape one

when dane woke up this morning, he didn't expect to find a cassette tape in his locker.

he didn't expect a note reading:

you don't know who i am.

and that's fine.

just listen to me.

please.

a.c.s

all day long, he carried it around with him, hoping to pick out the person who had put the items in his locker. but it was a hopeless attempt. so, he figured, he would listen to the tape and maybe the voice would help him in his quest.

he walked home, headphones on, music blasting. once he reached his house he kicked off his shoes before popping in the cassette. in an awesome suspense, he waited for the tape to rewind.

there was a brief moment of static, before a melodic voice filled his room.

"hi dane.

you don't know who i am, hell, we've never even talked. but some how, i feel as if you'll understand. i'd like this to stay anonymous, as much as possible, so please don't try and figure out who i am."

there was slight coughing, and some shuffling.

"today at school, i sort of cussed out my teacher. y'know, the old one who's balding and hits on girls three times younger than him?"

a light laugh filled the air, one that had bitter sardonic undertones.

"apparently, i don't 'apply' myself enough, whatever the hell that means. maybe, if he'd stop staring at my legs and cleavage, i'd take him seriously."

she was bitter. very bitter.

"it's always somebody, telling me to do something. hell, i just want someone to help me instead. is that so bad?"

someone yelled for her faintly, something insistent about her giving food to caspar, the bitch.

"nah mom, i'm doing something," was the response.

"sorry about that, my mom is a bitch. i guess i should go, i don't want to overwhelm you on the first day. see you later, dane."

the static resumed.

dane closed his eyes, questions whirling around his head.