a message to Tina Belcher

another girl - aywy x ekali

so this quick sand, the sand that you step into blindly and disregard as an issue until your leg is devoured all the way up to your thigh. your heart rate is picking up and your mind is racing. you have no idea what to do because at this point you already know you're stuck. that toe curling, throat clawing, air grasping feeling is back. the hand of the quick sand closing around your neck, cutting off the air, limiting your thought process until your choices are slowly but surely being narrowed down from a dozen, to half a dozen, to two. and both choices come with great disadvantage. and this, this feeling, is why i'm sending a message to Tina Belcher.

a boy. onyx hair shaved to perfection, mahogany eyes that swirled and spun, pulling you into his web, engulfing you, only for him to spit you straight back out again. his smile wide, teeth pearly and perfect, he bared them everyday, showing everyone just how beautiful he was. with his prominent cheek bones that sunk smoothly into his mole littered checks that faded into his impossibly sharp jawline, carved by the gods. his chin was always held high as he walked, for he was too powerful and popular to even think about walking with slouched shoulders and his head down; everyone had to see him, clear as day. a boy that dragged people into his game, made them a player and have them play until they almost win and then strip them of their spirit, crack their soul and break their heart until soon, they are no longer playing the game. and said boy, is why a message is being sent.

many girls went after said boy. they all wanted to be friends 'or  more' with him. they chased him with pretty smiles and batting eyelashes, hair twirled around their fingers and laughs so high pitched only dogs could hear. if only they knew what they were walking into. if only they knew the ground around said boy was not solid at all.

ashley burbank. first step, she twisted her finger around her auburn locks and giggled softly. second step, she raised her hand to said boy's bicep. third step, she was trapped, ankle in the sand, but she hadn't noticed. said boy took this as a yes for something she didn't even know she had been asked yet.

said boy took his first step, charming smile armed and ready. second step, he leaned down to her ear, uttering words of a party that night. third step, he laughed at her enthusiastic nod to his request. fourth step, he strutted back down the corridor to class. ashley sighed with a hand to her chest. sand was up to her calf at that point. but she still hadn't noticed.