far too young to die

shes my winona

Emily's pov

I had picked a seat near Michelle, close to the back of the class, and the electrical outlets. paper airplanes were already being let loose. I took a look around at the rest of the class, noticing quite a few empty seats. I chewed on my pen as the class room door burst open and in rushed the auburn haired girl, followed by some guy. I recognized him as being part of the skater group and scoffed.

way to make friends, strawberry. I thought.

they both raced to take seats at the back of the room, near the windows, directly across from where I was seated. I tapped my pen on the desk and watched as he took the seat in front of her and she pulled out her phone, texting away. from this angle I could see that she had a thin gold nose ring and black nail polish. she tucked her hair behind her ear and I noticed that she had earrings going all the way up her cartilage.

I snickered. how indie of you.

I could see how she and the blonde skater boy could end up together. she seemed like the type to be into that. suddenly the boy turned around to face her and started to say something, and then turned back around and slumped in his seat.

the girl glanced up from her phone, scanning the room.

"oh no. " I thought. "she's gonna look over here shit. shit. shit."

I flipped open a notebook and began scribbling down random words, trying to make it seem like I wasn't just staring at her.

I peeked through my hair and saw that she was buried in her phone again.

disaster averted.