Detention with Grier

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~Scarlets  p.o.v.~

 School is over already. During lunch I hanged out with the boys. 

They are actually really cool. 

We got to know each other better and on Friday we're all going to the movies. 

We are going to watch the Fault in Our Stars.  

They surprisingly wanted to go see it. Sounds weird considering they are boys. 

But it will be fun. 

Nash is even going. He was acting weird during lunch. 

He was quiet. 

And Nash is never quiet. Also he looked confused. 

Very confused.  Wait why am I even thinking about him. 

Lately, that's all I've been doing. And it sucks. 

No matter what I do I can't get him out of my head. I absolutely hate it.

That dickhead.

~

 I walked into the detention room. 

No one was here. Only the detention teacher , Mrs. Sosa. 

But she was to busy reading her E news magazine. I took a seat in back. 

Soon Nash came walking in.

We made eye contact. 

A strange feeling arose in my stomach.

Butterflies. 

Wait no vomit. 

Yeah vomit. 

He took a seat in the back too. He slouched in his chair. I took my attention off him. 

I leaned down and grabbed my song book. 

We will be here for a while. See I like to write music. 

For me, music is like an escape from reality. 

It lets you feel as if things are gonna be alright. But, they never are. 

That's what music does. It gives us hope. It's unrealistic. But, It's still hope.

It's something you use to look yourself in the mirror and say 

"I'm ok".

~

"I'm going to be right back." Mrs. Sosa said while looking distraught. Nash and I nodded.

She left. I went back to my song book. 

It's not that good but, so far I have. 

The pain is real

The scars haven't healed 

And I'm breaking more each day

What the people say are getting worse

And there's no way to get out 

So I scream and shout

But no one hears me

There's only one option I think I could do

I cry myself to sleep every night

Trying to fight through this life

But my mind losses sight every time

"I didn't know you sing." Nash said puzzled. He moved to the desk near me. 

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