Klance Soulmates

8

I didn't go back to school after three days. The school nurse called my parents and told them what happened, they were very worried and didn't let me go back to school for three days. I couldn't blame them, I'd be worried too if my kid(with Keith ;3) fainted in class as well. I didn't really know what to do, I wasn't sick or anything so I wasn't complaining and shit. I mainly "drew" pictures and listened to music on my phone. They didn't let me go outside because they were worried I'd fall down or something. Which is bullshit if you ask me.

It was kinda lonely, I mean like, I did have blue (my stuffed animal which is a blue lion) but she's only a plushie so it wasn't really company. Romelle did text me though, she'll text anyone to make sure their safe even in class. And she was texting me in math class, with the worst fucking teacher in history. I'm just glad she didn't get caught, who knows how that would turn out.

Apparently Keith wasn't at school either....

Welp, what did we expect? He can't stay in school for a full week. He may as well drop out.

Wait no, he can't drop out, Cause then if he dropped out I wouldn't be able to see him, we only see him when he's walking with us to and from school and at lunch. I'd never be able to hear his sweet voice again- or look into his gorgeous eyes- or admirer his fluffy mullet- his pale skin- perfect eye brows- HE'S TOO PERFECT I CAN'T!!!!!! Yeah, no, he's not dropping out while I'm still in school.

I got lost in my thoughts so instead of sleeping I muttered everything and paced around my room. I stopped when somehow I managed to knock over my desk lamp.

Maybe I should go visit Keith... if he's not in school and neither am I then..

I changed out of my blue sweater, grey sweatpants and put on a white short-sleeved
T-shirt and dark blue jeans.

I run over to the chair near my desk and pick up my jacket. As I'm stuffing my left arm in the sleeve my eyes lock on my right arm. Scars, scars covering my once perfect arm, laying over  each other, some still healing. It's kinda sad to know that this was all done by me. I messed up my own arm.

I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind and puts on my jacket and run downstairs then out the door. It was kinda chilly outside. The cool wind blowing against my face. The air smelled like rain so there was a chance it would rain later on today. I looked both ways before crossing the street and arriving at Keith's house.

An average house, two story, modern, white/grey. My hand was shanking as it made its way to the doorbell. My finger pressed against it, I heard lots of yelling right when it rang. None of it even related to the doorbell ringing. Most of it sounded like insults to a fight with someone words like "You piece of shit" "Fuck you and your two faced friends!" Then it all stopped. The door never opened. No eyes peeled through the peep hole. I sighed and turned back to my house. Guess Keith and I won't talk today...

Sorry this sucs I'm trying to do my homework and write this at the same time but it's hard when your downstairs and your mother is watching you -.-