A.M

The sound of the doorbell projected through our house, I jiggled the doorknob opening the door, to see Blake Castello, smoking a cigar, a puff of smoke escaping his lips, immediately forming a smirk on them, as he whispered" hey there", the school's bad boy, was standing on my doorstep, this moment was so cliche, that I fainted. All I remember is the darkness slowly closing in on my eyes, then making impact with the cold, hard floor.