So, instead of doing something productive, like writing my stupid papers, I decided to write. This will become super fucking huge, so if you're a tl;dr loser, don't even bother. I'm looking for some sort of constructive criticism, but I know I can't expect that out of most of you losers.
Prologue
IT'S ALMOST OVER. I know it is. I've made sure of it.
I never wanted to put myself in this position. I'm sorry.
You'll never look at me the same way again. Your eyes are fixed on my face; the sad expression you carry will be with you forever. I'm sorry.
This should never have happened. But it's not all my fault, you know?
It's alright, I'll take the blame this time.
Chapter 1
IT'S 9:00 AM. I don't know that yet, but as soon as I roll over in my bed, and see the clock, I'll swear to myself, and throw the covers off of myself.
"Fuck."
I jump out of my futon, and throw on my uniform. It's been sitting on my floor, where I took it off Friday night. I grab my dress shoes and my backpack and run downstairs. As I stick my feet into my shoes, I hear a familiar voice telling me that my alarm went off for two hours until she turned it off herself. But it's all a blur as I run out the door, because I am late. An hour late, at that. Again.
I dash across the street and enter the school through the side doors, avoiding any and all teachers. I carefully navigate my way through the hallways, but as soon as I open the door to my classroom, I hear a loud voice yell my name.
"Simon!"
I turned around.
"Oh, Mrs. Kara!" I exclaimed, surprised.
"What are you doing outside of class? And why do you have your bag on? Were you--"
Shit. Busted.
"--let out of first period early?"
Maybe not.
"Err, what? I mean, um, yeah, of course."
"Make sure no one sees you in the hallways, okay? You shouldn't be allowed in the halls at this time!"
"Alright, thanks for the tip, Mrs. Kara."
Safe. I wait for her to turn around the corner, and open my classroom door. Everyone is at their computers, working on the assignment we were given last week. I put down my bag by my desk and say hi to the teacher, who's sitting at his desk, reading a newspaper.
"Hey Mr. Nolas, sorry about being so late..."
"No worries, Simon! I'm just glad you showed up!"
"Are you going to mark me late?"
"Why? How long has it been?" he slyly asked while twirling a yellow pencil between his fingers.
"Not too long..."
"Heh, alright then. But next time, this pencil is marking the attendance sheet."
So he says. It's what he's said to me every time I've been late. Not once has it actually happened. I'm so glad I have such a relaxed teacher.
I take a seat next to Rachel, my best friend. We already finished the assignment, so we get to just sit around, waiting for the bell to ring. I kick my seat back, leaning on only two legs, with my feet on the desk. Rachel gives me a dirty look, and I just stare blankly back at her.
"...what?"
"I'm eating, and you put your feet up next to my food."
"Oh come on, your chips are in a bag."
She continues to stare at me, until I reluctantly put my feet back down on the floor. Mr. Nolas looked my way when my feet slapped the ground, but went back to reading his paper a moment afterwards.
"So Rache, what did you do this weekend?"
"What do you mean, 'what did you do this weekend'? You were with me the whole time, you dumbass!"
This was true. Friday night, we watched a movie downtown, and I slept over at her house. The following night, we came back to my place so that we could play some video games. She went home, and I took a shower, before getting back on the computer to tell her about the earwig I saw in my bathtub. Sunday, I left her to work on her essay.
"Right..."
The next five minutes were a little awkward, but the period ended, so we parted ways for four hours. It kind of sucks that I only get to see her in school during first period, which I'm almost always late for. We don't even have a common lunch at our school, because of how many students there are.
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I waited outside the front doors of the school for Rachel. I do this everyday. I walk her to the bus stop, make her miss four or five of the ones on her route, and finally let her go home after making her promise to meet me on whatever online game we were playing at the time.
But she was late. An hour late. It wasn't really a problem, since it would probably take over an hour for her to finally get on a bus and for me to start walking home. I waited another twenty minutes and figured that she must've just walked to another bus stop or something. Maybe she was working on another school project.
I get home, and walk upstairs to my room. I flick the mouse to turn the computer screen back on. I see four instant messenger windows open, each of them saying the same thing with a different set of words.
Rachel's dead.
Prologue
IT'S ALMOST OVER. I know it is. I've made sure of it.
I never wanted to put myself in this position. I'm sorry.
You'll never look at me the same way again. Your eyes are fixed on my face; the sad expression you carry will be with you forever. I'm sorry.
This should never have happened. But it's not all my fault, you know?
It's alright, I'll take the blame this time.
Chapter 1
IT'S 9:00 AM. I don't know that yet, but as soon as I roll over in my bed, and see the clock, I'll swear to myself, and throw the covers off of myself.
"Fuck."
I jump out of my futon, and throw on my uniform. It's been sitting on my floor, where I took it off Friday night. I grab my dress shoes and my backpack and run downstairs. As I stick my feet into my shoes, I hear a familiar voice telling me that my alarm went off for two hours until she turned it off herself. But it's all a blur as I run out the door, because I am late. An hour late, at that. Again.
I dash across the street and enter the school through the side doors, avoiding any and all teachers. I carefully navigate my way through the hallways, but as soon as I open the door to my classroom, I hear a loud voice yell my name.
"Simon!"
I turned around.
"Oh, Mrs. Kara!" I exclaimed, surprised.
"What are you doing outside of class? And why do you have your bag on? Were you--"
Shit. Busted.
"--let out of first period early?"
Maybe not.
"Err, what? I mean, um, yeah, of course."
"Make sure no one sees you in the hallways, okay? You shouldn't be allowed in the halls at this time!"
"Alright, thanks for the tip, Mrs. Kara."
Safe. I wait for her to turn around the corner, and open my classroom door. Everyone is at their computers, working on the assignment we were given last week. I put down my bag by my desk and say hi to the teacher, who's sitting at his desk, reading a newspaper.
"Hey Mr. Nolas, sorry about being so late..."
"No worries, Simon! I'm just glad you showed up!"
"Are you going to mark me late?"
"Why? How long has it been?" he slyly asked while twirling a yellow pencil between his fingers.
"Not too long..."
"Heh, alright then. But next time, this pencil is marking the attendance sheet."
So he says. It's what he's said to me every time I've been late. Not once has it actually happened. I'm so glad I have such a relaxed teacher.
I take a seat next to Rachel, my best friend. We already finished the assignment, so we get to just sit around, waiting for the bell to ring. I kick my seat back, leaning on only two legs, with my feet on the desk. Rachel gives me a dirty look, and I just stare blankly back at her.
"...what?"
"I'm eating, and you put your feet up next to my food."
"Oh come on, your chips are in a bag."
She continues to stare at me, until I reluctantly put my feet back down on the floor. Mr. Nolas looked my way when my feet slapped the ground, but went back to reading his paper a moment afterwards.
"So Rache, what did you do this weekend?"
"What do you mean, 'what did you do this weekend'? You were with me the whole time, you dumbass!"
This was true. Friday night, we watched a movie downtown, and I slept over at her house. The following night, we came back to my place so that we could play some video games. She went home, and I took a shower, before getting back on the computer to tell her about the earwig I saw in my bathtub. Sunday, I left her to work on her essay.
"Right..."
The next five minutes were a little awkward, but the period ended, so we parted ways for four hours. It kind of sucks that I only get to see her in school during first period, which I'm almost always late for. We don't even have a common lunch at our school, because of how many students there are.
-----
I waited outside the front doors of the school for Rachel. I do this everyday. I walk her to the bus stop, make her miss four or five of the ones on her route, and finally let her go home after making her promise to meet me on whatever online game we were playing at the time.
But she was late. An hour late. It wasn't really a problem, since it would probably take over an hour for her to finally get on a bus and for me to start walking home. I waited another twenty minutes and figured that she must've just walked to another bus stop or something. Maybe she was working on another school project.
I get home, and walk upstairs to my room. I flick the mouse to turn the computer screen back on. I see four instant messenger windows open, each of them saying the same thing with a different set of words.
Rachel's dead.
