The Diary of a Teenage Psychopath #Completed

Chapter 3- Playland

September 13th

Dear Simon,        

He works at Playland! The guy I have been crushing over since freshman year works at my freaking job. Oh, Simon, I thought things couldn’t look up but they really are starting to. Not only does he work there but Uncle Mike seems to have put him in a place above everyone else. I guess you can say he’s my boss. He looks so amazing in the black “Playland” shirt with the red writing slashed across his chest.  Everyone else has a puke green shirt, it’s not the most attractive but I guess it works. The amusement park smells like popcorn and funnel cake. It’s bigger than I remember and as soon as I walked in to the employee’s office, there he was, seated comfortably on a chair. He had headphones in his ears and was on the computer making a poster for the park.

Simon I almost ran out as fast as I ran in. I wasn’t looking too good. My hair was pulled in to a messy pony tail and my jeans were a size too big from the weight loss, I cursed under my breath before his eyes met mine.

“New employee, right?” He said averting his eyes back to the computer. I already knew he had that attitude. The one that everyone respects and wish it came as naturally to them. The one that shows he doesn’t care much about anyone. I nodded my head like a complete ditz. He was looking at the computer so of course he didn’t see. I answered a second too late and stuttered at the end of my sentence.

“Yea, I ugh-I’m new here.” He took a long breath and then opened the drawer next to the computer. He searched for a while before pulling out a couple forms.

“Fill those out.” He said handing them to me. I momentarily stared in to his eyes and realized that they were crystal blue. I knew I was blushing then. I could feel my cheeks heating up like some kind of stupid prep. I wish I wore at least a little make up. It won’t happen again. I sat in the chair a couple feet away from him and filled out the forms. They were mainly asking about my strengths and weaknesses, simple things like age, experience, address. It took me a good five minutes. I messed up my name and spent the whole five minutes worrying that he would think I’m stupid. He didn’t look at me once while I was filling out the forms, just continued his work on the computer. The poster was coming out well. I wanted to tell him but I resisted the urge.

As I walked closer to him to give him my paper, I heard the song he was listening to, blasting from his headphones. It was “Teenagers” by the band My Chemical Romance. I loved that band, maybe I could ask him about it later, if I find the courage. I hand him back the papers and he pulls out his earphones.

I stood there awkwardly while he read through it. I hated that he was reading it because I put some stupid stuff on there, especially for hobbies. I wrote down that I enjoy spending time with my family, which is a big fat lie. I also wrote that I enjoy swimming. That was the only thing I was proud of. Just as I was thinking about swimming, his eyes came up to mine.

“You can swim?” He asked, his eyes looking me up and down.

“Yes.” I answered.

“Well, we have the water rides open on the other side of the park in summer. If you take a small training class up until then, learn how to do CPR and all the safety procedures then you can work the water rides. You can also be a lifeguard for the lazy river. It pays higher and I guess it doesn’t hurt to be by the water when it’s 100 degrees.”

I didn’t know what to say. I imagined myself in a bathing suit and almost gagged myself. Sure I was thin but I was getting thinner. I shook my head and looked to the side. Oh, Simon, I hope he didn’t already realize that I’m weird and anti-social.

“Ok, I’m required to ask. I’ll be a lifeguard; maybe I can get you to change your mind.” For a split second I thought that he actually wanted me to be a life guard with him. I wish my mind wouldn’t just jump to conclusions. “We are very short on lifeguards.” I guess that’s why. I am now realizing that I love the sound of his voice. It was so chill but it wasn’t monotone. It wasn’t too deep and already I could hear him on the phone at night, talking me to sleep. I need to stop thinking like this Simon. No guy wants a mess up like me.