"it's been fifteen minutes and you haven't said anything."
"hi." her voice held a hint of aggravation.
"so what did you eat today." thinks back to how she threw away the apples.
"... pizza." looks at the doors window.
"you need to be eating more then that. andrea you know you can't skip breakfast or lunch, dinner, get some des-"
"goodbye." stands up from seat.
"andrea you can't ju-"
closes door meeting his gaze.
"i came to pick you up?"
"what are you doing here will?"
she knew he didn't come for that. he's the most popular guy at school, he's most likely here to make fun of me.
he pulled out his car keys dangling them in front of her face.
"let's go."
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Cuts.
Short Storyi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
