Richie!
[ Is today the day to die? ]
This is something I ask myself in the morning when I wake up. In third period when I'm trying to keep my eyes open while Mr. Harrington drones on and on.
At the supper table I'm passing the green beans
At night when I'm laying awake because my brain won't shut off due to all there is to think about.
[ Is today the day?
And if not today-when? ]
I am asking myself this now as I stand up on a narrow ledge six stories above the ground.
I'm so high up, I'm practically part of the sky.
I look down at the pavement below, and the world tilts .
I close my eyes, enjoying the way everything spins.
Maybe this time I'll do it-let the air carry me away.
It will be like floating in a pool, drifting off until there's nothing.
( Hi, I've been really wanting to post so here's this! I didn't get lots of sleep and I don't feel good so I'll post the rest of Richie's part soon!
Plus I'm working on ten other Reddie stories so yeah! )
