You make me believe in Satan

Chapter1

The wind was whistling or was it that poor janitor who was cleaning up the horrific puke of the floor.Or was it me going crazy.Mostly likely me. I sat there gazing at the door waiting for the Oda smelling teacher to say these words "Jessica your excused."Those words didn't come out that salty mans mouth for another hour. I wanted to scream this room was making me claustrophobic I felt sick I heard my own stomach grumble with anger. I sat there drawing over my hand with quotes of songs also memes I'm always tagged in by my "friend" Francis. You saw those quotes around friend yep. He's a "friend". He's like a dog he follows you around like your holding something so delicious. But that something delicious is you. He's not the person you love he's the person you might think is ok. He laughs like he got something stuck in his throat maybe from 1st grade after swallowing Alaska's pasta bracelet.