Close to heaven

Wrong

I was in the wrong place. At the wrong time. For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme on the wrong day, of the wrong week~ Depeche Mode

I was sitting alone in the yard, listening to music. Looking at the students as they walked. I had decided to be alone because, after the whole incident with Matt, the girls wouldn't stop asking me questions about what had happened. Honestly, I didn't want to talk about what happened, so I decided to be alone for a while. 

As I looked at the students I noticed some of the groups that were made by the girls from my class. There were many types of groups: the popular girls, the jocks, the nerd, the goody-toe shoes, the bitches, the ones who didn't care about the groups, and many more. I then noticed two girls. This blonde girl with a really big booty and this girl with dark black curly hair, very thin and pretty. They were both walking with their friends but separately (one in the group with the goody-toe shoes and the other one with the bitches). I remember them being with two other girls in eighth grade, they were really close, practically best friends. Now they weren't even close to being friends. I now know friends never last forever, which is true. You are always losing friends and making others and then losing them again.  Like they say friends come and go but food will last forever. I'm joking but it's true, friendships don't last long. I'm kind of tired of friends. I mean really if that is how friendship works why waste time on making friends? You can be alone and avoid drama. That is what I wish I could do at times.

I played with my dark brown hair as I kept looking at people. I saw Matt with the idiots of his friends. They were talking about who knows what. I counted the number of guys and noticed one of them was missing. I knew who it was; Mason. He was always the weird kid who preferred being alone. He's a great artist and I know he is going to make it big when he grows up. He's an idiot, but I know he has a heart somewhere in that little stupid body. I know that because when I came back from the US, in fifth grade, he was the first one who talked to me and wanted to be my friend. But as always, I ruined everything, especially because I used to laugh a little too much. (Isn't it ironic, I used to laugh and be really happy back then. Now I rarely laugh at stuff and can't find anything to be happy about.) He was kind though. I also think he decided not to become my friend because they started bothering him with the crazy idea of him liking me. Wasn't that funny? Me! The girl who would laugh like a Hyena and that didn't really look like a girl (to be honest, I still act a bit tomboyish at times).

He was alone just like me. And just like me, he was listening to music and looking around. I started wondering what he was listening to. Maybe he was listening to Never Shout Never! Or maybe Nirvana. I have to say he has amazing taste in music. And he's kind of cute as well.  He was a bad version of Gerard Way but he was still kind of cute in a way. I also liked to consider him as a version of Tate, a bad-looking bad version of him. You might ask why. Well, he has a really wicked mind. My friend even told me that when they were taking a break after rehearsing for a play (he is an actor as well, wow) they started talking and he started saying how he hated some people from our grade. And how he wished to kill some people. So she was one of the girls he wanted to kill and he started asking her how she wanted to die: with a shot or stabbed. I considered it funny. He even asked the same question to the girl I hate the most; Sasha. I kind of imagined him stabbing her or 'pretending' to be stabbing her the same way Tate did to Leah to show Violet he liked and cared for her. I would have liked him to do it for me.  And he also had the same taste in music as Tate. But he is still an asshole and a jerk. As I kept analyzing him he turned and faced me looking at me with a 'what are you looking at'   face. I looked away and rolled my eyes. Asshole.

 I grabbed my pencil and started taking notes about what I have seen. I love to analyze people and try to understand them. I thought about how some of them would be great characters for a book. Mostly antagonist, but something is something. As I wrote I felt someone tapping my arm, so I turned around. I noticed it was Sasha who was screaming at me. Ugh, that bitch is always trying to cause a fight. I looked at her lips move but I kind of ignored what she was saying. I took my headphones off and looked at her.