Demolition Lovers

Cluttered thoughts

I leave the graveyard, and wonder if I should just go home, as if I had any other classes with Frank that would be really akward. But also the school would call home and my Dad would kill me. Sadly realistically, he would kill me. So I march back into my hell high school, and walk back into my creative writing class. We have approximately  25 minutes left and I open the door. Every one is dead silent, looking at me. You see, in times like these it would come in handy to just have an invisibly cloak, like I'd appreciate that, thank you very much. I walk to my seat, and sit down. Every goes back to their seats and I just sit there, doing nothing. As the class comes to an end, and I'm gathering my things I feel my jaw drop to the fucking floor. Frank is sitting in the door frame, probably wanting to talk to me. Everyone shuffles out, and he walks besides me "hey Gerard..... sorry about that, it's just I wasn't expecting that." Of course you weren't, you barely even know me. "We can still be friends and stuff, it's just I'm really questioning, you know..... me" I still don't even know what I'm doing. I mean, this whole time trying to be invisible, so one kid just comes in I don't even know him, I just snap? I don't know why I even try at this point I say "hey..... how do you know my name?" Hoping he'd say, oh I paid attention to you, I knew you, no. He responds "oh, I know everyone, I mean I can see when they respond. Simply you were the only one to not respond, so I assumed it was you. Quite simple. Bet you thought I was a stalker or something" He starts again "what are your plans today?" I don't wanna give him a blunt response, ya know, oh I might kill myself when I get home, I mean who even cares about me anyway? So I simply say "oh, well I'm planning on taking a really, really, long nap." He smiles and says well, he has to go to lunch, and I just think, what a great day to die with cluttered thoughts.