The Life of Tilly Leaf

Mr. Vomit

This story takes place in a fictional universe, on a fictional planet, in a fictional town. All characters are not real. The story is told by the character Tylia W. Lewis-Murdock, who is referred to as Tilly.

I take my I.D. card out to swipe

"Tylia Winkle Lewis-Murdock!" I hear, after swiping my card. In the distance, I saw a familiar face in the distance, one that I was hoping I didn't have to see. She had a branded purse in one hand, and her pink flower designed cell phone in her other hand. She must've gone back to school shopping because she over-did it with her outfit today.

"Who are you trying to impress?" My brows furrowed as I held onto the strap of my backpack tighter. I reeeallllyyy wanted to turn around and walk back home. With her clingy a** in the same building with me, I could already tell my school year was ruined.

"Oh, thank goodness you noticed. I did this for you!" Emily smiles, pointing at me.

I wanted to barf.

"Wow, for me? I'm 'touched'." I remark, with sarcasm written all throughout my comment.

"Do you like it?" She asked, performing a little spin in front of me. I put my hand on my hip.

"No."

Knowing Emily, I knew she wasn't able to handle rejected well, she never has been able to. It's simply a skill she lacks. So, when she nearly burst out into tears, frowning, and stomping, I was prepared.

"I dressed up like this for you! I picked out this outfit just for you—nice high boots and a frilly blouse. Do you even know hard it was to get these skinny jeans on?" She scowls me, pointing her finger in my face, about two inches away from in between my eyes.

I calmly place my I.D. card back into my bag as she kept yelling at me. People started to stare at us, and whispers started to flood the air, but I didn't care.

"Look Em," I start. I was trying to be as gentle as possible, but when there's a girl—who's OLDER than you—blubbing, I can't help but want to put her on the spot for all the nonsense she has been doing for the past years. All her dirty little secret relationships, all hidden from the light. Emily and I don't have history from before the summer, but she has told me a lot during the summer. A lot of information I eventually used to get her off my back.

But that's a story for another time.

"Emily, I said that we were over, done, finito. Why can't you just get that through you're head?" I wanted to yell at her, to scream. She lacks self-control while I lack patience. Not a good combo for a relationship of two people.

"Because I love you! I've loved you since summer—" She started but was cut off by the bell. A swarm of people pushed through us like waves in the ocean, spilling out from classrooms. Some rushed to classrooms, others roamed the halls slowly, sauntering as if they had all the time in the world to spend.

That was my cue to get the hell out of there. As quickly as possible, I carried my backpack away to my next class.

"Tylia!" Emily called out my name, but she couldn't keep up. The further I got away from her, the more I smiled. As her voice faded into the distance, I couldn't help but feel as if I had been saved from entered the gates of hell. Emily is a nice girl, just annoying and clingy. Later, I would see find out all the manipulative sh*t she as doing, which definitely means I dodged a bullet for not giving into her.

If you ask were to ask me how school was going so far, I would've told you that my first day was utterly hopeless and that I'd either be the laughing stock of the school, or the miserable teenager that sat in a dark corner writing angsty diary entries signed "queen of the night." But this year, something was different. For one, it was good to know I couldn't take the title of being person everyone laughs at because someone already had it, and his name was Mr. Vomit.