I run my hand through the hair of the person in front of me, and find myseld in a happy place. I feel butterflies in my stomache when im with them. The vibe around me and this person is equal and calming, i can be myself with them. Then i manage to say some words. "Hey, when does your mom want you home?" I say feeling like a ball is in my throat, i swallow hard, why couldn't i say it "i love you" but that didnt come out... "im unsure. Im gonna go inside to call my mom ill be back".. i look down ashamed that i wasnt able to tell them,.. elementary sure was fun ill miss 5th grade. I mean i did meet them in elementary..
that night after she left.
"M..mom?... dad?..." broken glass everywhere, my heart shattered just like like the glass on the ground... there on the ground.. two life less bodies on the ground, clearly dead.. i fall back, "n-no.. im dreaming its not real its my imagination, its a dream! A nightmare! No!...", as a mature 8th grader I called the police and after that i checked the security camer footage.. a person dressed in black. A female fuiger i only got a glimpse of their face, clearly someone liked facepaint and clowns... a close my eyes just as the shadow of what looks like a sledge hammer come in contact with the skin of my parents.. i didnt even hear them, and thats the only thing i remeber from that day, the rest of 8th grade was traumatic for me, i lost a lot of friends including, 'them'. It was difficult to go on. I lived with my aunt... a traumatizing experience i had to see at a young age....
"Klance. Klaaannceee. Klance!-" i hear my name shouted in front of me and open my eyes. "get up its your first day of your last year at that school!!" I rubbed my eyes a bit to wake up and got dressed my usual, black everything. Pants, shirt, jacket. Everything. ah, ethner high... finaly almost done.
Someone, a fuiger taller than me now. Jumps at me and wraps their arm around my shoulder "well well! Klance fucking lewin!! I missed you, its been to long!!" i blushed a bit then punch them in the arm, "hey you jerk that hurt!! And we were with eachother the whole summer shut up. Aside from that, well i love you too weirdo, thanks for the epic entrance.". I roll my eyes and we both laugh brushing it off. "Hey, lets stop at the vending machine i have 2 dollars. One for me. One for you.". I nod my head in agreement and follow. Locked in my own trance though.
YOU ARE READING
you dont talk much
Romance(offensive) its senior year, all seniors are happy that after 9 months they'll be freed froom the terrible hell they were in for 4 years, ethner high. of course like ever high school you have you popularity groups. the jocks, cheerleaders, social me...
