It's Friday evening and it's cold.
It's only the end of November, well it will be.
For three days we have school off.
Then we come back on the first Monday of December.
I lay on my bed again, staring at the ceiling wondering what I should do.
I was a little hungry but I was more tired.
Tired of what?
Tired of the thoughts that would flood in my head and the stress I felt for no reason.
I had homework, but I'd probably set it aside and do it on Monday morning.
There were only small noises I heard.
The cars outside, and the wind as it blew through the window that was open, also making the curtains move slightly.
Where had it all started?
When did dad leave?
Why is mom out again?
I'm alone again.
Like I was since I met you.
I hate you.
YOU ARE READING
Not a Love Story
Teen Fiction(Exactly what it sounds like. It's really not a love story. ) "Do you like me?" You're straight forward I forget that sometimes. I open the drink and look at it as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. I sigh, it's a habit now, and tak...
