Mars pov-
As my pencil marks dabbed across the page I read in my mind. L-O-V-E, "love." I whispered to myself out loud. Mrs. Liberi, spotted me not paying attention and made her way across the room, before she made it to my desk, I forced the notebook shut. "What do we have here?" Mrs.Liberi says over my desk, and this question in such mockery. "L-O-V-E" she read out, my cheeks turning bright red as those artificial cherries on ice cream sundaes. "Well, there is not a dog in this world called 'love', so it must be the embracing kind, but you teenagers don't even know a thing about love" Mrs. Liberi slams my book down and sneers and walks away. "Why can't I just go to private school" I whisper to myself staring off in the distance.
The bell finally rings, and I rush anxiously out the door, hiding my face behind my book so I don't have to see all those people laughing at me. Nobody in my life understands me. I might be a teenager, but I differ from everyone else. No, I don't have super powers, I also don't have special needs. Yet, I want love, the kind of love where someone truly cares about you, someone who isn't related but yet feels like they should be. Someone, to keep me warm when the coldest of nights. I grab my note book and on the first dash line write, ' I will be loved, if it's the last thing I do.'
I'm no slut, though that's not my thoughts on 'love.'
I grab my backpack and run out the school doors to the bus, my only peace on a school day. Where I can listen to music and just relax in peace, thank god for Christina Perri. The bus starts up and I blast my music. I get off the bus where my dog butter sits on our driveway waiting for me.
I walk into my room and sit on my bed, when butter jumps up and attacks me with 'doggie kisses'. "Good boy" I say to him with a loving heart. I then turn on my tv and watch twilight for the millionth time. I grab my notebook and on the 3rd line down write 'loves an allusion, forever, is forever.' Butter then lays his chin in my lap and we watch the rest of the movie silently.
You know the pain when you lose someone you love, well I know the feeling.
