Boys

Chapter 4: Shifting Feelings

The Satan bell rang with a sense of urgency, and I sure as hell was ready to get out of science. I tripped myself walking out the door as I spotted Nicole standing next to me, towering over most of the 7th graders. Her curly brown hair was stuck in her mouth; she had run out of science too. We both panted our way to the front gates.

"You know" she started, just beginning to gain her breath back "Tyler has a girlfriend" I just made a noise that sounded more like a cross between choking, laughing and sneezing. I didn't look anywhere but down. I really wasn't in the mood for something like that. Finally I looked up and Nicole's bright hazel eyes were still trained on me.

"Really?" I said mockingly. She nodded fiercely, as if she knew it would make me angrier.

"I heard he only did it to make his idiot friend, Chad angry" I hitched, shaking my head. I rolled my eyes and turned my head towards the sky, but nothing could make my feelings go away.

"Guys are so fricking shallow" I sang out. Now I was angry and I knew nothing would make me think otherwise.

The walk home was long and hot. The sidewalk steaming and my legs screaming.

"It's about time I remember my inhaler" I whispered to myself. It's not like I had really bad asthma, but it's not very pleasant to feel yourself slowly start to suffocate as you either panic or run around.

Just as it seemed as if my legs would collapse under me, I reached the cold stone driveway of my home. Judging by the empty feeling and missing car, I was home alone. Sighing, I reached for the door and unlocked it, our family way. One shake, two shakes, three shakes and the door glided open.

*Three Hours Later*

My pillow stationed me a few feet below the ceiling, but still staring at it. It was smooth and ceramic-looking.

I took one last look at the off-white ceiling and felt myself start to fade away, my vision becoming darker and darker until everything went black. Everything was dark. It was all dark. All dark. Dark.