it started with my friend telling me, "hey, this girl wants to talk to you, can i give her your snapchat? she thinks you're cool."
of course i said yes, i was flattered. someone calling me cool? me?
later, my phone lit up. a girl has added you as a friend! and so i added her back, smiling to myself.
i said hey and she said hello then we started to talk, words on a screen and not in the air.
i think you're really special and unique, she told me, and i was again flattered. so i typed thank you.
tom was right, you are kind, the reply told me. i want to say that i was scared to talk to you because you seemed like a literal perfect human being and i was afraid that if i said something wrong, you would dislike me.
"Mom, why do we have to go?" "Sweetie, I've told you before. There's a mean, storm coming. We need to go before it shows up." "Why is it mean?" "I don't know, honey. We just need to go." "Why are we leaving Daddy behind?" "Daddy's safe, we don't need to worry about him." "He is?" "Mhmm. After the storm comes by, he'll come home." "Yay! How long do we need to wait?" "Not much longer, sweetie, not much longer." As Katrina rolled in, the mother looked out the window. "Please, God, return Josh to us. Please."
I suggest listening to this while you read, it helped me get in the mood to spit this out
My chair was creaking as the wind blew, rocking me back and forth. As my fingers gently strummed my guitar, my eyes closed.
This peaceful night was one I'd always remember.
The stars above me were bright, twinking and watching everything. At my feet, my Belle slept. Her fur was greying around her snout - I knew she didn't have much time left. Nonetheless, she spent that time with me.
It's so strange, isn't it? Those stars, looking like the entrance to Heaven.
They were drawing ever closer. I opened my eyes, trusting the stars.
This old hunter's time was up on this earth. As I began to drift away, Belle looked up at me. She leapt from where she was lying and joined me on this path of stars.
a/n: some of the language used comes from my experience at high school. lo siento.
"Maddy! You've got to be kidding me! You can't just stab someone because they wouldn't let you cut in front of them!" My outraged exclamation didn't seem to faze my sister. She only glared at me.
"Suck my ass, Marisa." She scowled, dropping the plastic knife. Despite it being a blunt weapon, she still managed to..pierce skin with it? "You were the one who snitched, weren't you?"
"Why would I?! You always do this in the open. I don't even need to tell anyone, everyone already knows." I sighed. Teachers that I hadn't had the chance to meet yet bustled past, consoling the injured boy she'd stabbed. They ignored my sister and I.