There we were. Standing in front of the lunch room like hungry, wild beasts waiting to attack their predator. In a huge crowd just waiting to be released into the open, free space where we can roam around while we were being monitored. The conditions were fine, not too dirty but not too clean. And if we got lucky, We got to watch MTV cribs. We chatted about everything, from grades, reeses, ranch, crackhead uncle and Kanye West.
I made fun of the people that sat with me, that were in front of me, behind me, next to me. Everyone. I was having a good time honestly. We were cruel, we were offensive. We were terrible, terrible people, maybe that's why everyone who was there was absolutely crazy most of the time.
The food they let us have was horrid at times, let's talk about the soft and sort of soffy tortilla chips I had to eat once. What is this? A joke? We were fine with it, though. This was our only time in the day to take a break from everything else. We enjoyed it while we could. We thought this would last for the whole year. Well, It didnt.
Then came February 14th. The day of love. The day I met Aphrodite in Greek lots of years ago. I lived a long life, I dont know when my life will be over but I've been here for a while. I even watched Shakespeare perform one of MY plays he claims are his. I pity that fool.
Anyways, February 14th, 2017 was a terrible, terrible day. I had to go and visit the enemies. The enemies of the place where I made fun of the lunch ladies, watched MTV cribs, and did dumb shit.
I pulled up in the parking lot and entered, it was like something i've never seen before. I hated it. I just wanted to go back and watch rich chinese men show their house on MTV.
And so, I toured the place and I just wanted to gouge my eyes out, where was I? Hell. I went back to the better hell I stayed at most of the time. So I came back just in time for lunch and told my friends about the place I toured. And we were all glad I wasn't going there anytime soon.
Man was I wrong. When 2:50 hits everyone all 2000+ people are crowding the halls all trying to leave and exit and escape. So there I was, walking with colton. I was talking about how I was going to see him tomorrow. Man was I wrong, As soon we stood in our usual spot waiting for my ride to pick me up. The ground started to shake, all kids were running, screaming freaking out. I looked at colt knowing that this was it. This was the day we were getting separated.
The ground started to split right in between us and I was trying so hard to get to coltons side so we weren't separated but the force, the force held me back.
And there I was, screaming out for colt. I was alone, scared and cold. I was hoping colt would be okay and I kept him in my mind everyday.
The next day was absolute hell. No more about that because it makes me sad. I hate February 14th and not because it's Valentines Day. It is a very cursed day.
