Guess who is having bad flashbacks as she writes about this moment in her life! Anyway, it makes me happy that some people are interested in knowing about my thoughts and feelings about certain events in my life. A reminder for the hundredth time, these chapters are pretty short and that means this entire book won't be that long either. Anyway, here's chapter 12.
As I had my head lowered and eyes closed, I head Aristotle's voice behind me. Illyanna asked them why they were here and Aristotle simply said that he wanted to talk to me. She asked them where they originally were and Aristotle said that they were across the street at Everest.
They came all the way from Everest to try and talk to me. I told them to leave me alone and they went out of their way to find me.
I hated them.
I didn't look at them as I raised my head. I didn't look at them as I closed my laptop and grabbed my backpack. I didn't even spare them a glance as I walked past them and said goodbye.
I headed towards the front of the school without turning back. I called my brother to have him pick up Rose and I, but he told me that it would take a while.
After Rose met me in front of the school, I told her everything that happened. Rose, of course, was upset at the two boys and knew that it was best for us to just get home as soon as possible. I agreed with her, but when I was about to turn around to head to a bench, I saw Aristotle and him looking at me from afar.
I cursed out loud and started to get watery eye due to the fact that they would not leave me alone. Rose saw them staring at me and stuck her middle finger at both of them while leading me to the bench.
ASP was already over and most of the kids were already in the front of the school; hanging out and talking among one another. There was enough room for Rose and I to sit on the bench, so I tried to take the time to calm myself down. I remember staring at the ground and looking at some messages that Jeremiah sent me. He was having trouble with Natalie again, so I was trying to help him feel better.
Little did he know was that he was helping me stay calm for a while.
As I was staring at the ground once more, I was two sets of shoes stand in front of me. I slowly looked up and saw Aristotle and him looking at me with an unreadable expression. I felt more tears form in my eyes and I felt my throat go dry; my stomach was in more knots than I could say.
That's when I was dragged further into the pit. I was buried and beaten until I felt like the dirt under me was the only home I knew.
I kept getting thrown further and further into the pit of sadness and pain. ( ಥـْـِـِـِـْಥ)
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The Devil's Trap
Non-FictionThis is not a story or a book about fictional events. Everything that I wrote in this is true. When I was a Sophomore, I was friends with a certain boy who became one of the people I hate the most. Everything he did to me, everything he said to me...
