As I made my way to detention some as****** slapped my stuff out of my hands. Great I'm already late. Its not like the teacher will notice though, he's always sleeping. I told myself.
Wen I finally got there, for the first 20 minutes Death decided he wanted to bother me until I finally turned around and said "what. Do. You. Want." He didn't even reply as he snatched my phone while I was playing crossy road.
"Hey give it ba-" I was cut off when once more he kissed me against the wall and my body filled with tingles. How can he be so annoying but a great kisser? I wondered as he slipped his tongue into my mouth.
Before long he was making out with me, and I was unknowingly making out with him. So....he stole my first make out too, what's next my first flying lessons?.
I internally snorted at the thought. When he finally stopped I slapped him. Like WTF? He isn't even my boyfriend and we're already making out? Well in our defense 1. He's hot 2. He's our mate and 3. He's hot.
You said that twice. I don't care. Wait why am I fighting with myself? I think I'm going insane, oh wait I am insane.
This time I snorted out loud and the whole class pointed fingers at me. I ran out of the room crying and ran into the forest. I just wanted to be alone.
I felt death's presence next to me. "That was horrible. I'm sorry you got laughed at." He said.
"Don't worry its not your fault."
I need to get home, soon. I thought to myself. My parents could care less but the thing is I have a little brother and a little sister to read to.
I have older siblings that always.come home with wounds I need to treat."I gotta go, I'm sorry." I said as I got up.
"Wait. Will you be my Girlfriend?" He spoke.
To say I could only feel one thing, is a lie. I felt discombobulated, curious, surprised and joyful all at once. But I bearly knew him.
"I-I'll think about about it....goodbye" I said as I rushed home and muttered some words under my breath.
When I reached my house I heard yelling then it was suddenly eerily quiet until I saw my mother slam the front door of our house on her way out.
My mother was carrying luggage and I told myself, she must have threatened to move out again, said she needed a Break and is going on a vacation.
I stepped inside my house only to be screamed at by my father and sent to my room without dinner like most days.
I went to my room that I share with all my 6 brothers and 3 sisters. And a few cousins. I slid my small wooden musicbox out from under my bed as it played a soft lullaby.
I read to the young ones, tucked them in, and for the older ones, I cleaned and fixed their wounds.
As I slip into the bed a really bad thunderstome hits. With it's flashing bolts of light illuminating the room filling shadows of objects, making them look like monsters.
I hid under my sheets and whimpered and I let the coldness surround me and the darkness drift me away into sleep.
