Interstellar

Clicking Pens

"And that's our project on Mona Lisa," I said. Landon then showed everyone his poster, making everyone laugh. Landon's Mona Lisa looked more like a bean with a face than a human. I was truly disturbed.

I was also disappointed by hearing that my mom had to go on a business trip for five days. And Truffle had the stomach flu.

I was bound to be alone. I clicked my pen on my desk, staring at my computer. I was bored. I kept clicking my pen.

Click.
Click.
Click.
Click-

Suddenly, my pen wasn't in my hand, and had flown somewhere in my room. I groaned. I reached for another pen, but stopped to check my phone. Landon texted me.

L- Hey.

E- Hey?

L- I was wondering if you'd like to hang out..

E- my moms not home.

L- does she not trust you when you're home alone?

E- more like I don't trust you being home alone with me.

L- what's the worst I could do?

E- idk.

E- fine, come over. See if I care.

L- see you soon, Em :)

I threw my phone at my bed. Why'd I give him my number? And my address? I was annoyed. Mostly at myself, but also at him.

I didn't really know why either. I slumped against my desk and grunted. I got a notification on my computer from Instagram. I opened the page and saw what I was tagged in.

A video of Kath throwing a bag of trash with my name written out on it. She stopped, talked about me being a whore, and pulled out my solar system!

"What the hell!" I yelled. She then threw it on her concrete driveway. Kassie and Karen then proceeded to stomp on it, and Kath came up to the camera.

"See you in hell!" She said. "Can't believe you seduced my boyfriend, bitch."

I stared at the screen. It started to play again, but I paused it. The world turned a blur, along with the sounds. A lone tear ran down my cheek. Then more poured down.

I heard the doorbell ring, then. I wiped my face with my sleeves and went downstairs and flung the door open.

"Why'd you want to come over?" I asked, sounding sour. Landon stared at me for a moment.

"Were you crying?" He asked. Landon had a gray backpack slung over his shoulder, and his hands were in his pockets.

"If you didn't know," I said, wiping my eye. "There's an Instagram video about me."

"Made by who?" He asked. He stepped inside, throwing his bag on the floor by the couch.

"I can't say," I sniffed.

"I'm more than likely going to find out anyways," Landon said. "Show me."

After I showed him my room, I opened my computer and let him watch the video. He had to watch it two times, to wrap his head around what was going on.

Landon suddenly wrapped his arms around me, rubbing my shoulder with his hand. I slumped against him, forgetting who he was. But in reality, he didn't seem as bad as everyone said he was.