Played By Strings Of Fate

9th String - It's Illegal to Kill

Yes. That is exactly it.

"Mum, I am perfectly fine even if Clark never came back." I started, obviously not wanting to drop the subject. I'm defensive, I admit it. But that's only because I would never surrender to people thinking that my life revolved solely around Clark.

"Sure you are." she smiled. It was pretty obvious that she didn't believe me.

Women. They are so bloody hard to convince.

"Besides," I began again, "Clark isn't even a person. Which is why I can talk to him." I explained further.

"So you're saying that I'm not a person as well since you can talk to me?"

I nodded, "Pretty much."

She shook her head, "You've been reading way too many supernatural novels."

I snorted, "I don't read supernatural novels mum. Clark does."

"Mmm."

I frowned at her, "What's that?" I asked.

She didn't take her eyes off of the newspaper she was reading when she answered me, "What's what?"

"Don't play the fool mum. What's with that 'Mmm'?" I said, now standing up. I hoisted my backpack on my shoulder, ready to leave.

"Just mmm." she replied, shrugging as if it was exactly what she meant.

"'Mmm'?" I repeated.

"Mmm." she nodded.

After a minute of silence, I let it go. I gave up, knowing that Leslie would not tell me about the absurd things she was thinking. I knew it was something about me and Clark.

She always did this.

"I'm going." I pecked her cheek and she gave a sound of acknowledgement.

I left the house then. I decided that I would drive today. It was because I was either too impatient to wait for the bus, or I was too lazy to walk to the bus stop. Either way, the bus was my problem because there was no way I was taking any chances on being recognised as the girl who publicly humiliated two interviewers.

As amusing as it was, I still felt slightly bad because I know that those interviewers were now being shunned by their boss, and probably their whole company.

Then again, I don't really care.

I shook my body to wake myself more and once I felt a little alive, I went inside the comfort of my car. It was cold out because it’s the middle of Fall. Winter would be here in no time and I was very excited.

I plugged in my iPhone once I had buckled myself and put my Secondhand Serenade ‘Awake’ album on shuffle. Listening to this type of music early in the morning puts me in q good mood.

As I drove to Abbey, I couldn't help but think about what Leslie and I talked about this morning.

I then realised that I wouldn't have any friends if Clark never came back. Not like I needed them a few weeks ago. I never really cared about having friends after Clark left. If people didn't like me, then screw them.

Now though, after meeting Kiel whom I get along with very well, I don't really mind Clark coming home. I made two new friends in only a week and that was saying something.

It had taken me at least two months to see Clark as a friend and four months to see him as my best friend. I had major trust issues and he respected that.

He was the only one who stayed with me even if I sometimes acted like a brat. I was hard-headed and whiny but he didn't mind. He never looked for what I didn't have.