Cough Syrup

2.

"Sometimes when you get cold it doesn't always mean your sick, you can just need a blanket."

My heavy eyes traveled onto the book sat in front of me, an ugly old thing with a broken spine and yellow pages,

My headphones placed on my head to block out bitches. I can guess what they are saying,

I let out a yawn, covering my mouth and staring at the dull clock. Five more minutes and I go to my home room. I ask myself what would I be like if I didn't have the people I had. If I was being honest, probably the biggest bitch ever.

My headphones slip around my neck and I carry my books in an old backpack, walking towards the room gave me a weird feeling which I didn't necessarily know how to explain, I open the door with a smile on my face looking around at the caked faces of the girls in my class, fake hair, fake faces and worst of all, just shit personalities.

I sit down beside Maya, her ginger hair hid the freckles on her face but you could always see the brownish green eyes behind all that hair.

We engage in friendly chit chat while we wait for a teacher, and then the day finally starts.

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"Fuck life,"

"What do you mean?"

We sat on the park swings just realizing how fucked up we both were,

"I mean why the hell are we here anyway, its not like we have some amazing purpose?" Her eyes were wide and scared but her mouth curled into a sly smile,

"Danni, I'm depressed but your a more depressing person," I say to her but a snort comes from her nose and I laugh.

I stare up at the clouds pretending I could fly,

For a thirteen year old I felt like I was 6, I always wish it was, everything was easier back then.

Now its all broken and dead.

"What did you do today then?" I ask trying to change the subject.

"I fucked someone,"

I looked at her furrowing my eyebrows and raising one,

(I mention eyebrows way to much)

"Okay then, so all and all a good day?"

"Pretty much!"

We part ways at a bus stop and I walk home contemplating different scenarios which could play out right now,

E.g.

1: I could be stabbed

2: Run over

3: Be offered a career that would take me far away

4: Be kidnapped

5: Runaway

None of the above actually happened,

I just walked.

HI!! I actually have no clue what I'm doing but I think I'm going to have a storyline... Idk yet but this will be interesting!