“It’s taking him forever!” I moaned while tracing my index on the circle of my flute.One thing I hate the most on this crazy planet is “the waiting”.I deepened my fork prong inside the white linen tablecloth. “Probably be using you by now” I whispered to it and it glistened back winking at me.I held my panging stomach. It’s nearing six in the evening and I haven’t eaten since breakfast. My gut is hollowed and churning.“That’s it!” If he comes and if it seems a crime to order without him then let it be, it’s his fault.I ordered a mousse and a coffee. I was convinced that now he’ll crash in anytime.Skimming the place around, I’m feeling so bashful, so red faced. Say hi to my rash. You see, it comes whenever I feel like Steve has chucked me out or Steve is seeing some other girl or maybe he forgot he has a girlfriend.I sighed; these thoughts are really whelping whenever I feel like torturing myself. And I do this over and over picturing every minute detail till my head hurts like

Flitting through the fields I let the warmth rush through my nostrils. I keep my eyes shut and get carried away.The gruff surfaces of wheat tickle my hands, I felt heavenly.Flying through them, another warm sweep fluttered my dress. The ethereal light felt so welcoming.The crops caressed me, one by one. I hummed with the breeze."Elijah!", a sweet voice called me.I searched around bewildered."Come here!".My ears directed the sound.I gawped at Lisa, who spread her arms wide, slowly."Come, baby!", her voice resonated."Come!", she said again.My cheek curled to one sound.Abruptly, low growls echoed, surrounding me. Lisa looked woeful.The growls grew louder. Blood started thrumming in my ears. Thick and hot."H-help me!", I stammered."Help yourself"I gasped awake, panting hard.My breath hitched. Trying to drag my heart in place, I wiped sweat off my forehead with my sleeve. It felt scratchy."Ah, I didn't change clothes. What the hell happened last night?".The whole nigh

"Miss Heath, do you mind explaining your absence for two weeks straight", Mr Roth frowned.That's when the class have up talking. An interesting topic to indulge. Well, it's Ms. Freak they're gonna discuss. A girl with strange looks, strange happenings and insane family.I cleared my throat."I had some issues but rest assured, they're now resolved", I said in my normal, seditious tone. My nonchalance. It's funny how hard I try to be nonchalant.But no, no matter how hard I try with my pretended chill, Mr. Roth just picks a needle in my chill bubble. He always makes me look like a criminal, in front of the whole class."Repulsive as ever", Jessica exhaled sharply through her nostrils. Her just hate her snubbing laugh."Okay, take your seat".He continued with his hovering of Biology. I felt like I'm being stared at.Lydia.My only friend since elementary. She has both beauty and brains. Not bad with boys either.Jason on her front, unfolded a note or something when she spanked his beh

I'm sitting here on the pavement with my back resting on some backside of a bakery. Thinking of what I've done in the past years and what will become of me in future. I want to just evade away from the planet for sometime and think things through. I feel my inside getting hollow as I think of my life. I've been living like I'm living someone else's life. Now I'm confronting it all and it's hard to admit, it's my life.It's starting to drizzle. I see as one drop of water lands on my right foot, I drag it back. Then another on my left, I drag it under shade too. I hate rain. More concisely, I hate the things related to it. Wanna know, what?It reminds me of the time I learned to utter the word "dead". I remember how strangely I was introduced to it.Well, one night I didn't feel like sleeping at all, so I hopped out of bed and clambered downstairs. Spying on Lisa and dad has been sort of my hobby and I really enjoy catching them doing things they won't let me do. Like using strange word

"Thanks for the basket, Lydia", I said frenzily, "How come you remember I like 'em?"."What basket?", Lydia asked in confusion."Toblerone... The basket... My birthday", I tried to explain pathetically."You're psychobabbling again", she sighed, " You know sometimes I feel for ya. Was it only the grim upbringing?".I shot her a just-don't-go-there look."Gee. And sorry I couldn't make it for your birthday. I got busy with Tyler and his dudes. They arranged a bonfire. So... I hope you didn't mind and to be honest, I don't like your prude Aunt"."No, I didn't mind", I lied even though I was hating her a lot for saying that."Did you hear from Steve?""No, I don't know anything", I shrugged, trying hard not to freak when his name came up."Well, I think that freak must've left for Sheffield. Remember he always talked about changing highschool?""Yeah, he talked about it all the time"."Well, look Jason has been giving quite a shine at you, lately", she said pointing at him."So?", I prom