The Struggle Is Real

twenty eight : red

a/n so it was the second day of school today

An 'O' was still plastered on my face as I stared back at the person I had grown to detest the most. Over the years, this boy had destroyed my life. My happy, happy life. The one with parents. The one I loved.

The one I would never get back.

I snapped back to reality. He was still there. This was no nightmare.

"Yuh-yuh-you, you... you haven't been here in-in like 7 years...." I stuttered.

He laughed, his voice husky and low. "You mean, how I've been locked up for 7 years? In puh-puh-puh-prison?" He chuckled, mocking me.

I was too scared to reply with a snappy comeback. Heck, I couldn't even talk I was so afraid!

"Can't talk, retard?"

I just stared at him. He shook his head as he laughed.

"Catch you later..." He said.

That was pleasant... maybe he's changed?! I thought.

"Or not..." He mumbled.

He was downright scary. My hands were still shaking violently as he turned around and started to walk away. Sweat dripped down the back of my neck, and out of habit, I reached back to wipe it off.

But the liquid on my hand that I wiped off was no sweat. Sweat was not red.

a/n school sucks

sorry it's short

i might update two chapters in one day

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