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The next few weeks had been. Uneventful. In history class we looked into the history of torture which some people thought was inappropriate for school. What little bitches people can be. teachers can teach them on how to fuck and no one would care but as soon as it gets violent its 'inappropriate'. I never realized how stupid 16 year old's can be.
Alex in Psychology class was as stupid and loud as ever. He asked the stupidest questions in the class the teacher stopped calling on him so I had to answer all of his dumb ass questions. He never stopped talking when he started. 'did you know this','did you know that' yes hon you got that news on snap chat what a special bean you are. Like really am I the only one who sees everyone is being idiots? Like no a filter only looks good on you because it basically photo-shops your dumb ass for you. And no your tumbler quotes are the most basic white bitch I've seen in a WHILE.
Every day in psych I've completely dreaded because Alex would not stop fucking inviting me over to his house. Like please, god take me or him off this planet so I may not be cursed by his stupid ass mouth any longer.
"I like the hair"
"What?"
"Your hair"
"Yeah I got that much what about it."
"I like how you styled it today." Literally the same as ever dumbo.
"Thanks."
"Do you wanna come over to hang out with me and Damien?"
"For how long?"
"However long you wanna stay."
"Um, okay I guess so."
That afternoon I went to Alex's house with him and Damien. Damien was as creepy as ever and he never stopped flirting on the walk and trying to act like I was his date. I kept pushing him off but of course, idiots never get the message. We got to the basement and Alex grabbed me a soda from his mini fridge. It was a little more fizzy than I expected it to be but bottoms up.
I woke up on my driveway with my shirt half on. I don't know if it was day or night but my head was spinning. I walked up into my house and no one was home. I had to sit down because my head wouldn't stop spinning in circles. I went straight to my room. I lied down, and fell right back asleep.
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Skin
HorrorI want their skin. I want their body. I don't want them. Everything about them I hate. But their as perfect as a porcillin doll. But I hate them. I want them to be mine, I mean. I want their body. I want their perfect corpse, cold, solid, perfect.
