Thomas is...

Thomas is Sad

The hallway was crowded, the chaos was perfect, like in a movie, like Star Wars. There was that couple that was always making out aggressively, disgusting, further down were the cliche girls and jocks. In the middle of all this chaos, stood Thomas, wondering where all his friends went- they left him; nobody likes Thomas.

The bell went off, its sound echoed down the hall, scaring the absolute shit out of him- poor bastard, Thomas realised this sound was signaling him to go to history- maybe his friends are there! Thomas shuffled silently to history. As he opened the door and walked in there was a unanimous sigh, scaring the shit out of Thomas.

As people were talking about what happened yesterday, all Thomas could think about was Ray, longing to be in her strong arms again, and Star Wars ; Thomas is very sad. Suddenly, the person next to him asked for a ruler, scaring the shi- NO, this time, Thomas wasn’t scared -he stood up and stared down the person in front of him with his enlarged eyeballs. And cried.

The lesson was finally over, nobody remembered his alarming outburst in history, nobody remembers anything about Thomas, all they know is that they despise him. It was tutorial time, his feet carried him all the way up the stair, his eyes glued to his phone, like always, reading through his latest draft of his Star Wars fanfic: the dark plan (sponsored by Tominator101). As he entered the room, he heard a large man, who Thomas knew as Paul; mr Paul, yell at him for having his phone out, scaring the shit out of Thomas . Thomas put it away as he was told, although he didn’t know why.

Tutorial was finally over. Thomas needed a break. He had to check his wattpad two more views than usual. Maybe it was his friends, who made fun of him and wrote their own fanfic about how sad Thomas is. He sat on the bus, thinking about Raylo. The bus started, scaring the shit out Thomas. A year 7 sat next to him. Disgusting creature, thought Thomas. His stop was next. He would have to tell the year 7 to move. He asked, but they did not hear because of noises of people throwing brooms about at the back of the bus.

Finally, he returned to his humble abode, his soul returned to his empty shell he calls a body. That year 7 will never see the light of day again. LITERALLY. Thomas took the pen from his pocket and tried to stab the kids eyes. Thomas doesn’t remember if he missed, he only knew that the kid was not going to school tomorrow. Or ever again.

Mr fluffy, the rabbit, REEEEEEEEEEE’d loudly, scaring the shit out of Thomas. He looked at the rodent, dead in the eye and said “good evening my Padawan”. The rabbit stared confused. Thomas assumed it was trying to communicate. Thomas ignored the vile creature he called a ‘pet’ and walked up the long spiral stairs that lead to his private chamber, he sat on his expensive bed (we don’t know if he’s that rich tho) and stared at his wall, as usual.

He looked at his phone once again, it was a bunch of notifications from his friend’s group chat, why was he even on there? Who knows. It was Ben and Noah, the only people in the world who could stand him and his love for Star Wars. They were spamming memes as as always. Some about the KSI and Logan Paul fight and many more varieties of ‘Memes’.

Suddenly the door burst open; scaring the shit out of Thomas. She shouted upstairs in a croaky voice “Thomas, come and get your pizza rolls”. Thomas stomps downstairs and eats the half raw half baked pizza rolls.They were cold full of love.

Delicious .
Pizza rolls…

Thomas had a sudden moment of realisation, in our reality the body is flesh and the soul elusive, yet, to our creator everything is code. If our souls weren’t machines, we could never be immortal and God’s promises were non-existent. Thomas had no friends. I guess that makes him lucky, no one to get in the way of him and his fan fiction. A sudden fit-of rage came over Thomas, was it really his fault for getting in this situation, or was it someone else’s fault… yes, it was not him, but his enemies.