6 Feet Above

'Summer depression is common amongst teenagers.Some last longer than just the summer. A lifetime even. Make friends, lose them, cry, repeat. In all honesty, I really don't WANT to get better. I just want everything to be okay. This body isn't mine, but I'm gonna make it mine.'

I cannot believe I wrote this, summer just started and now I'm stuck in a elevator with shitty summer heat and four other people I couldn't care less about. Except the one with short brown hair. He looks at me and smiles. Awkwardly. I was staring. Did I care? Nope. I felt like I knew him or at least seen him before. He scoots closer to me. I squint, trying to read him. He smiles again. Well shit. I can't read him at all. He opens his mouth to say something. The elevator shifts, I have no idea if we went up or down. I blame him.