the black truck rumbled as it hit each and every raised fault in the gravel road.
i had absolutely no idea where i was headed.
crouching down so i wasn't to be seen in the back of this strange boy's truck, i noticed the city lights growing closer ahead of us.
the boy pressed down harder on the acceleration pedal. i knew that for a fact because i felt the vehicle gaining speed and hitting bumps more frequently than before.
i didn't know where i was headed,
but little did i know how this would affect my life forever.
•
~narration :
"let me take you back to the week before the date in the countryside, in the back of this truck."
• 1 week before the present
~
it was just another normal day at school.
The same bullshit all over again.
more specifically, a monday.
The start of a hell-filled week.
every known highschooler to roam this earth dread monday's.
For some reason, my heart was seeming to be caught in my throat, a symbol of excitement.
But you see, I had nothing to be excited for that morning.
at least, so I thought.
i ran inside the school building, my black heels clicking on the sidewalk.
i was trying my hardest to escape the freezing cold mist that sprinkled down on the students trudging inside of the dark building in order to not be late for class.
as soon as i open up the glass doors, i am greeted with students with sour looks on their faces as they slam their locker doors shut.
typical american teenage dream.
sometimes the fact that i have zero , zilch , absolute no friends at school is kind of relieving.
no one to impress, no one to reveal my deepest darkest secrets that lie in my heart to.
but sometimes, it really does hurt that i have absolutely no one to confide in.
the popularity that lay above my head in my small school was absolutely exhausting to keep up.
i have earned a reputation that absolutely wears and tears me apart, and makes me eternally tired, but i am expected to keep it up.
being popular doesn't necessarily mean that you have friends.
as i already stated, i have none.
but i do have acquaintances that seem to think they know everything about me, but thankfully they only do really know the fake life i have created for myself.
my the bare skin on my legs shivered and goosebumps began to form on them.
the fabric of my tight lavender skirt was not enough to cover my thighs, and the cold atmosphere of the school seemed to seep into my bones and send chills up my entire body.
"fuck,"
the curses escaped my gloss covered lips as the tardy bell began to ring.
my locker combination didn't seem to be working, no matter how smoothly my fingers twisted the knob on the door.
"twenty-six right, forty-two left, twenty-eight right."
i mumbled the numbers once more, but the red metal door would not open its chamber for me.
