Ghost Town||ONGOING

Chapter 1

 As I had looked down from the balcony, I watched all the citizens of our town, walk down the sidewalks, accompanied by friends and family members. The normalcy of it seemed too lucid. The companions all turned their heads, their blood-red, ocean-deep eyes stared directly at me. Their faces contorted to figures only seen in children's nightmares. I then felt a feeling of loneliness and guilt. I woke up, panting and gasping, only to find it was simply a deep and enslaving dream.

Later that morning, my friend, Bucket, came over to my house to scare me. However, I laughed at his attempt because deep down I've seen scarier things in one's lifetime than what he had attempted. I had faked a scream and turned to Bucket "come on we're gonna be late for school." I quickly grabbed my bag and rushed out the door slamming it behind me. Bucket teased me for the way I ran, just like he had been doing for the past 6 years... We arrived at school bright and early. So early that the doors had yet to be opened. Just as I was thinking about Butters, Dean Hemmings let out a big gush of wind as the front doors flung open.

While walking down the dim-lit hallway, admiring the graffiti created out of teen angst, I then saw Jake and his girlfriend Spencer outside on the field. Ahh Jake, the high-school movie cliché. I saw him on the football field with all the other jocks as usual. I swear he's always on the football field. Does he ever do anything else? Although on the other note Spencer has this one "je ne sais quoi" feature to her. But the thing is... I have this feeling. It's hard to explain but I just really like her, but not too much that I'm obsessed. Shes gives off a certain vibe that makes me uncomfortable at times. Abruptly, as I was daydreaming, I heard the familiar shout of Bucket, to my right he had been thrown and thrown against a locker as one of the jocks, had kept shouting "Aww the girl thinks she can be a boy! What the hell is wrong with you trannys". I stood there. Frozen. Fighting could've cost me my record and reputation. But just standing could've cost me, my friend. The best critical thinking movement I had thought of at that moment to use was to shout. Just shout. Loud enough to distract him. Justin looked off in every direction, trying to source the abrupt scream as Bucket ran towards Algebra. If I wasn't such a teacher's pet I probably would have done that differently. Spencer says it's cute I'm such a "goody-two-shoes". I think its extremely dumb.

Bucket and I decided to go to Chip o' Joe's after school just to see Momma Mayweather since she is and always has been our favorite waitress. I already knew what Bucket was going to order, coffee o' cream. I, nonetheless, was getting my signature...The Donut o' sprinkles {yes everything here has o' in the middle} but actually to my surprise, it wasn't Mayweather it was some crinkly, greasy old lady. The sight of said woman was quite horrendous, not gonna lie. We saw May assisting a couple at another table. She glanced over in our direction, finished up the two customers' orders and rushed over to us and started to chit-chat {like always}. A few donuts and stories of grandchildren later Spencer texted me that she wanted to meet up at the park with us and to bring Butters. Butters, for the record, is the pudgy pig my brother Daniel had gifted me before being deployed and stationed in Afghanistan for the army.