I always wanted to know what it felt like to die. Several questions popped in and out of my head. Would it be quick or slow? Would it hurt or would it be painless? Normally, a teenager with depression would think of these questions, but I’m normal. I’m fine. Or, I guess I should say I was normal and fine.
No one really expected it to happen. It was a normal day at Milberry High school.
Normal. What a funny word. What a lie of a word. Nothing is ever really normal.
Anyhow, it was ninth period, the last period of the day. I sat quietly tapping my pencil to my teacher’s monotone voice while he lectured on about scientific notation. I tried extra hard to tune him out, but whenever I closed my eyes he just came back into focus. To be rid of the class, I asked to go to the nurse, saying my head hurt. In reality, it really did hurt; his voice was just that obnoxious.
I took the hall pass and walked out of the classroom. I obviously wasn’t going to go to the nurse, so I just walked around the school. It was fun because I had to dodge all the teachers inspecting the hallways for those “kids who cause all the shenanigans”. On my way back to class, I came across two people fighting. I didn’t see what two people they were at first, but I was highly interested. Besides, a trip to the nurse’s office can be longer than most people expect. I snuck closer and hid behind the lockers that were right next to the two people fighting and found out it was Lance Rothrock and Penelope Fisher.
When I saw Lance my heart dropped, I hadn’t seen him in forever. Well, seen him like this at least. No one knew it, but I loved Lance with every single part of my heart, or what was left of it. Ever since I met him in kindergarten, he was the first thing that came to mind when someone mentioned love. It might have been because his blue eyes twinkled when ever he was inspired. Or how he pushed his brown hair over his eyes when he was mad at him self, which was often. I think what really got me hooked was how he smiled at everything I said. When he was with his friends though, he forced his laughs and smiles and did the most outrageous things. I knew that wasn’t him, and I didn’t like him when he was like that. We grew apart because of the popularity scale, but my love for him never faded.
Penelope and Lance had been going out for a month now. Their relationship was odd, because they only had a physical vibe for one another. To me, it wasn’t true chemistry, but Lance failed that class so what else could I expect from him? It was just like any of the million fights they had had before, until that dark figure skulked towards them. I instantly came to the conclusion that the dark figure was not a Milberry employee, or student.
“Both of you shut up, now.” The figure announced. I looked around quickly and saw that no one was around but me, that no one was around to help them. Lance and Penelope stopped yelling and quickly had the instinct to start moving backwards. The person in front of them took out a gun to settle their reaction.
“Don’t move, either of you.” He shifted slightly. Immediately they both halted in fright. I covered my mouth with my hand, for I was hyperventilating and I didn’t want him to hear me as I cried. He maneuvered his way, slowly but surely, over to them one step at a time. That’s when the man began his monologue.
“You two,” he began, softly but angrily. “Are the classics, aren’t you? The beautiful blonde hair girl who gets with the dumbass football star, am I right? Answer.” Penelope and Lance just stared at him. I think Lance might have nodded his head a bit. This man didn’t seem too old; he must have graduated last year if anything. He was one of those people who were fed up with society, and who wanted to change it in a more effective way. An effective way, that was not very effective at all. The man twitched slightly, “Well you just wait till you’re done here”
