The bell sounds and gives me the cue to leave. I stand abruptly with my bookbag already on my back, and I throw my chair off to the side so I can get out from behind the desk with ease. I think I will leave the chair there. Im quite apathetic towards that hunk of metal, because after all, it did hurt my butt. That's what you get, chair. I am bolting out of the wooden door that locked me in here an hour and a half ago. It wouldn't be as bad if I had some associates in that class. I am just all alone.
"Izza!"
Ah, great timing. Just when I was thinking about how alone I was. It was him. I wanted to leave without anyone talking to me. How lovely. The one day I want to leave without someone talking to me, someone talks to me.
"Yo, whassup Reid?" I put on my fake smile. Everyone always believes it to be real. I am amazing.
"I was just wondering," he pauses and raises a single eyebrow, "if you wanted to come out tonight. Out at the farm. There'll be a humungeous bonfire and the crew will be there."
I hate when he refers to our group of friends as the crew. Its so idiotic. It makes us sound like a group of sailors, which I don't find very attractive.
"Um. I think I was going to..." I hesitate for a minute. Got to think fast and make up a legit excuse, but my mouth talks first and I blurt, "I am studying for midte-"
Reid puts his finger up to my lips,
"Izza, don't lie to me. Midterms were last month,"
"I'm sorry... I'm stressed out. I want to go home," I shove past him, and I can almost envision the hurt on his face as I abandon him in the hall.
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Broken
Mystery / ThrillerOne piece of broken glass. The sweat is pooling above my brow. Where did it come from...? It couldn't have fallen from the ceiling. There's no windows. No mirrors. Just a singular piece of glass. And I see my reflection. And then I fall.
