riley
michael offered to walk me to school the next morning. this kid really is something. i was hesitant to say yes because i barely knew the kid. he was nice to me though. unlike any boy. or girl i've ever met.
now i'm sitting in my room alone scrolling through tumblr. i am home alone, once again, because my mom went out with her boyfriend. her boyfriend is cool and all but she's not home as much. i don't really mind though. i like being alone.
just as i heard a ding from the oven (i made pizza earlier) my phone was vibrating. i looked at the caller i.d. but it just showed the number. nobody ever calls me so i was surprised.
i answered hearing a familiar voice on the other end. michael.
"hola", he said.
"hey"
"what are you up to this fine evening"
"i've been scrolling through tumblr for the last two hours on the tag: brandon flowers, drooling. does that answer your question mr. clifford" i answered blankly.
"yes and i am predicting it's irrelevant. which means do you want to hang out?"
"excuse me i will have you know that i have cleared my plans to do this particular event"
"do you want to hang out or not?" he interrupts.
"no"
"great i'll pick you up"
then the line went dead.
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less than twenty minutes later he shows up at my doorstep. a flower in hand. i laugh as i let him in.
"i smell pizza"
"your nostrils are correct"
he laughed.
"how'd you even know where i lived?"
"you told me it at school, duh." he said shoving a slice of pizza into his mouth.
i nodded in remembrance.
we sat there in silence for about five minutes when we heard a knock at the door.
michael runs towards the doors. curiosity taking over him.
"STOP," i yell.
he looked at me in confusion. but he stopped in his tracks.
i walked to the door preparing myself for what was about to happen. as i opened the door i knew no one would be there. and there wasn't. just a plain simple gray box. i bent down and picked it up. i opened it in the process.
there was a picture of me in the 7th grade. but my eyes had black exes over them. there was red substance it. there was a letter that i didn't even bother to read. again, i knew this would happen but the boxes always had something different.
i sighed, closed the door and walked back to the kitchen. michael was standing in the same place i had left him in.
he didn't try to hover over me like he would usually.
i threw the box in the trash then went to the restroom without acknowledging michael.
michael
i didn't know what i was doing. before i knew it the box was on the kitchen counter in my hands. inside the box was a picture of her with black exes over her eyes and a red liquid plastered over the picture. and a note that read: pig blood for a pig like you- love you, bec
i grabbed my keys and ran out of the house. how could anybody do something so mean? especially to someone so harmless.
