the outside

Comfort Is A Lie

The sky outside is dark and murky, the air smells like asphalt, ash, and something sweet. Guess its just a normal day in  Saint Hill but something wasn't sitting well... something did not feel right... maybe it was the toast I consumed this morning.

As I walk my boyfriends lime green, black striped hot rod, my neighbor who is a pimpled faced freak who also to my disappointment goes to the same school as me and even had the guts to walk up and ask me to the disco last year in front- of everyone only to be rejected by me.

He yells out the window "nice day isn't Emma Lou?"

I cringe I do not like my name and the fact that it came out of that creeps mouth is even worse. My boyfriend Tony Romano better known as the Italian stallion, for his good looks, funny charisma and the way he draws girls to him and I am the lucky one who got him we have been together a whole year every girl in the school was so jealous.

Tony retorts "Only when your not around, come on baby his such a creep"

I quickly run inside to the large three story pale brick house to say good bye to my family, my baby sister of three years is doodling in her drawing book , my older brother is also getting ready to leave he's a bit of a nerd and we rarely associate with one another and my mum and dad are looking at dads plans for his next job for his architectural occupation. I quickly say goodbye and run back out to Tony's car and drive off.

As we pull into the dull prison yard of Tony hands me a pasty white and orange cigarette my parents would disapprove I think as I exhale and feel the nicotine coursing through my veins settling my thoughts as I watch the smoke mix with the smoggy air.

Hand and hand we enter the school yards a routine that happens every morning everyone scattering around like ants going to and from groups mingling with one another.

Tony grabs my hand and pulls me through the crowd to where our friends sit, Everything is loud... louder then usual something is off. Lost in thought I trip over my feet, only I think its my feet...

I look down and find my creepy neighbor's bag carelessly placed in the ground. he spins around to apologize but I am pulled into the thick fog of students and their commotion.