❝ I'm the devil. ❞
❝ My cousin is a therapist, maybe she can help you out. ❞
❝ fuck you. ❞
In which a problematic seventeen year old girl named, Cassandra, sells her soul to the devil to get her bestfriend back after fighting with him. Little did sh...
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It wasn't easy being a foreign exchange student in such a place such as Los Angeles, but neither was it hard. I shouldn't even be complaining, I practically have everything I need in there, minus of course; a proper social life. I mean, yeah sure I have friends; two of them being the goddamned lunch guy and my older cousin that I currently live with, but other than that total nothingness.
I'm almost as lonely as I was back in sixth grade from my own country. The only difference was, I'm twelve back then and now I was a year away from absolute freedom. And I was also fat back then, and for some reasons my classmates made fun of my weight like the jerks they are. Everytime I remember it, it just gives me the motivation to punch someone in the dick, If I could even bring myself to do it.
I'm thankful, that I'm far far away now from that sixth grade experience, and my parents have decided to fly me into another country. But now that I was realizing more things; fueled by the hatred to go outside into the sun, I've noticed I'm not too far at all. Everyday I sat away from the packed crowd inside the cafeteria, stuffing my face with the food, Bill specially made for me, my eyes seemingly tidally locked to the glossed grins of the girls and the abnormally cliché bright blue varsity jackets of the boys surrounding the area, who aren't even athletes to begin with.
They were just there for validation that jocks still existed. Not that I cared or anything, I could care less if they're on steroids and weed. For all I know that's all they do, and meanwhile I'm just there in the corner to absorb the monstorsities coming out of their immature mouths. Seniors in my school think they're in some kind of reality television series. The sophomors are even worse. As soon as they enter that year, I'd hear nothing but the persistent chattering about wanting to lose a virginity, which there's nothing wrong about, but they talk about it more often than any of the other students do; they've practically owned the words, "Hormonal Pricks"
And despite all my protests on how much absurdities there are surrounding me everytime I go to school, I still think they're cool. Immensely cool. In fact, I would do everything to be in their fucking shoes; crossed legged sitting in front of one huge table in front of the people they call friends even though they backstab each other. I'd sell my soul to the goddamn devil just to trade spots with a person who actually has a life, rather than sit around all day, envying people's cackles and leisure.
"Are you even going to eat that?" I hear Bill next to me, my senses bringing me back to the realization that I've actually haven't even taken another bite of the sandwhich after doing so ten minutes ago before I immersed into deep thought.
I looked over beside me, finding a pair of green eyes that stared at me with judgement and pity, the checkered apron wrapped around his slim waist, reminding me that I was still in the cafeteria.
"Yeah, Of course I am." I retorted, taking a huge bite of the food more than I should have which perhaps made me look even more of an idiot, flashing him a big grin afterwards.
