Dear Heathers, Be More Chill. Sincerely, Me!

Dear, Micheal Meel

I felt my head being pressed against the wall as I got into the headlock of Kurt Kelly's. When did I become a loser?  I stayed in the headlock for a good two seconds until everything went black.

I felt hands on his shoulder "Micheal wake up." a voice ringed to me that was so, I knew the voice and I couldn't put my finger on who it was but then again the black scoffed my vision so then again I couldn't see, a guy.

In a cheerleader outfit, just like he screamed my name the first day of school, "micheal!" I remember his voice so clearly from the day, "Jeremy!" I bolted up, even tho I couldn't see I felt broken glass in my hands and around me, I felt a pair of farms in my hand, they broke my fucking glasses! I felt mad. 

I looked hot headed until I heard Jeremy's voice again as he led me, I didn't know at the time but my eyes were black like everyone's souls at this school, "Don't worry Micheal," He said as I felt his hand take mine "I'll buy you a new pair." I felt his smile, tho I couldn't see it I knew he was smiling, it's kinda a Jeremy thing, ya know?

"Wanna go to my house Micheal?" I nodded I would love to ditch this hell hole wouldn't you Heere the back of my head pounded this thought to me, "Hell I would love to leave this place." I smiled at Jeremy, who I knew was in front of me. I felt it, feeling things is all I can do anymore... really.