THE ARTIST
monday
i walk to the art room and pull out the canvas ive been working on. and start painting. soon i hear the door to the room opens. i look over to see alex.
"what is he doing here?" i think
"darcy, i need to tal.." to you he starts
"woah, stop right there, i fucking hate you, so i don't want to say anything to you."
"just hear me out" he replies.
"fine" i say, giving up.
"i heard that you, and caleb, and calum are going to commit on friday. im in" alex tells me.
"why would you want to commit suicide? you've got everything, money, a hot girlfriend?" i ask.
"im gay" he says.
i have never talked to this boy in my life, other than when he calls me a fat ass, and he admitted that he was gay. what the hell?
"fine, friday, by the lake, 7:30. don't be late." i say, and get up and leave.
four days
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Suicide Club
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