Sketching.

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Look, I get bored in class. A lot. It's not like anything strange, every kid does at some point or another. Math is probably the worst for me, so I do what every artistic kid does. I draw on the desk. Nothing too detailed, just little sketches;
People, flowers, eyes. Just whatever.
Usually I erase them, but it's not a big deal if I don't. Mrs. B usually gets rid of them during passing period, and like I said, she doesn't mind. Sometimes she'll tell me they look great and that I should be an artist. I'm not so sure, I don't like to have all eyes on me, or my work. Well anyway, today class ran over and I don't think Mrs. B got the chance to erase my doodles. Fuck. I don't even know who shares the desk with me. Fuck fuck fuck.

Ok, you know what. I can't worry about it. If I do, I'll just make it worse. But still. Fuck. I hope whoever it is, doesn't know who I am. Ugh, I need to stop thinking about this, I have a quiz in social studies and I NEED to ace it if I want to keep my grade. It's not gonna be HARD but if I'm stressing over my desk, I'm not gonna get it done, let alone PASS. Alright. Take a deep breath, it's fine. No one actually cares about a silly little sketch. Right?

Well, it's the end of 3rd period, I probably passed the test, but I definitely did NOT ace it. So what? A B+ here A- there, it's not gonna stop me from graduating. I just have to make it through the rest of the day without panicking about the goddamn desk. So, what 4 periods, and lunch? I've got it. Well, y'know, except lunch. Which is now...
Great. Obviously, I go straight to the library (because I never eat lunch. Or breakfast) and I sit in my little corner, and curl up with the new book I'm reading. Scythe. It's about a girl and boy in a post-mortal world who are chosen to be scythes. In this futuristic world, scythes are the only ones who can legally kill, and if anyone else does, the person is revived. The two friends are turned against each other, in a battle of death. Whoever is crowned scythe, kills the other. I like this book, because it shows how even the best of people can make awful desisions, and even the most stable foundations can get really messed up. It's kind of like school, in a way. All the rules and basic ideas turned into a shitshow. Honestly, all of society is fucked up like this. Humanity tries so hard, but in the end, our greatest defeat lies within ourselves.

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