Random One-Shots

Stop Bothering Me

           I sit in the turd brown chair, my head leaned back against the wall, as I inspect the ceiling. The whole room is a giant, white, sound proof square with a single metal door.

No windows.

No Adults.

Just six kids, each in a turd brown chair, sitting in an orderly fashion.

Two kids per wall, except for the wall with the door on it. So I sit parallel to the door, while another kid sits to my right. Joey, and his twin Cloe, sit on the chairs on the left side of me, while Billy and Smith are on the right wall.

The same silence that settles everyday, crashed like calming waves onto me.

Were gonna be stuck in here for at least another half hour, and we're gonna spend it like any other day, in silence.

My dull grey eyes look at the ceiling for shapes, the shapes are like a movie, let's say you find a face, then you keep looking and find a kangaroo. So you say to yourself, 'Say, look at this guy, he has a kangaroo, I bet he works in a zoo, and his name is Theo, and he has a wife named Kat. See there's his wife, right there!' And so on and so forth.

But today is different, I only see blobs, I am being distracted by the new kid.

"It's rude to stare." As my voice rings out through the silence, the other regulars ignore me, they don't have anything they want to say.

The boy doesn't answer, so I go on. "I know I'm ugly but that doesn't mean you should look at me like I am a freak."

"Your not ugly, your beautiful." The boys voice is low, and steady.

I laugh, humorlessly under my breath before turning to face him. I can hear his breath catch in his throat as he gets his first glimpse of the left side of my face.

About a year ago a fire burned my house down, only my dad, brother, and myself survived, but my brother was too badly burned, he died in the hospital that night. Dad had been at work, so he wasn't there, he doesn't have a scratch. I was burned badly in a couple spots, but the worst was the left side of my face, and my left arm. My face is scarred forever, I even had to get a fake left eye, and my arm was gone, from the elbow down.

I look back at the ceiling, going back to silence.

"So, where are you from?"

"What?" I refuse to look at him again but I can't help glance in his direction.

"Well, I'd assume your American, but your eyes are a bit slanted, and your skin is yellowish, plus you have a bit of an accent going on." He replies very bluntly.

"Well, I could ask you the same question but I don't care."

"Oh me? I'm a hint of Chinese and I think a pinch of Scottish but I was born and raised in America, so I like to think I'm completly Native American."

I turn to look at him in complete bewilderment and confusion. "What?"

"Huh?"

That makes no sense whatsoever.
He literally, just said he isn't even a bit of-
No.
Neveryoumind.
Just ignore him.

It doesn't even matter.

I resume my normal position, staring at the ceiling.

"So yeah. Anyway why are you here?"

I continue to ignore him

"I don't really know why I'm here."

Oh look I see a house

"I think it's cause I used to much tree paper on my last school homework assignment. Probably killed a whole darn Forrest of trees and bushes. Wait can bushes make tree paper? Or would they make bush paper..."

Oh, and look it's on a hill

"Or maybe it wouldn't make paper at all. Maybe it makes cardboard. Or plastic..."

And there's a-

"Oh!" The boy laughs, "sorry I got off topic. Anyway. So yeah, the homework assignment. Though really I shouldn't be here. The teacher should, she assigned the assignment. But then again the principal is the one who made her assign the assignment. And if we keep following it down the road in the short version it's the government's fault, because they assigned the principal to assign the teacher to assign the assessment- I mean assignment. Y'know, it's always the government's fault. Whenever anything happens you can always trace it back to them."

By this point I had continued to try to ignore him but ended up listening intently. Time to lay my trap card. Make him squirm.

"My father, is part of this government you speak of."

"Oh, really? Me too! My dad's like, the head of it all!"

What!?

"What's your last name? Maybe our dad's know each other!"

I blink. What just happened?

No! Don't let him get you! Try again!

"He died. My dad's dead."

There that'll do him, now the peace and quiet is-

"No way! Really?? Mine too!"

...whaaaaa

Ok, I'm desperate.

"I killed him." I speak up stating another lie.

"Me too! Oh my gosh I was so worried that I would be the only who murdered someone, but your-"

"I was joking."

"I know. Me too! We have SO much in common!"

Kill me now

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This is a love story, it takes place in a hospital for those with depression, The girl never talked unless to a teacher, adult, or the new kid on their first day. So when this new kid keeps talking to her, even after she shows him her biggest flaw, she starts talking back, only to fall in love