I nervously sit in seventh period, awaiting the lovely chime of the bell to tell kids to go home. I feel all hot and sticky despite the wardrobe change. Is this like a sugar crash? but a pot crash?
I regret nothing of going to that bathroom today. It was the best feeling ever. I'm already planning my piercings and tattoos that I thought were wrong when I saw other kids with. I have one problem though, who's going to give me the connections? I mean, no one would want to help out a thirteen year old with something like that. I can already feel the affects of the dope to wear off. Slowly coming back to my senses and my my hearing becoming less fuzzy by the minute. I can also feel the burning passion and lust for more. All I have to do is get out of my seat and walk out the door. Yeah, I'm going to do that. That sounds good.
I'm just about to raise my butt ofF my seat when I can hear a bland pulse in my ears. Kind of like a heart beat but different. Just like that, I wake up from my awake sleep. All the kids in the class room are screaming because you don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure out that its the tornado siren going off. What about Lizzy? What about Mamma and Daddy? What about Jenna and Hannah? What about our lives? I snap out in time to get in the flood of kids rushing out the door to the nearest safe place. We all end up 3 classes to a class room in all the under stairs areas. We're told to duck and cover and I'm praying to God to let this only be a drill. I pray to keep my family, friends, and myself safe. I look around, trying to spot someone I recognize. I see the pale boy almost diagonal from me and that jock kid a few kids in front. Of course, to my right is my ex-best friend, Jenna.
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Just A Girl Thing
Fiksi Remaja"The question in life really isn't 'Who do you love?' It's 'Who are you willing to be weak for?'"
