The next day, at lunch, I'm talking to my sisters, and just having a jolly time, when a coughing fit strikes. I try to hold it in as I feel bile build up within me, but I vomit. Yes, I still have that sinus infection.
"Dude are you OK?" Morgan asks.
"Yeah," I lie, "I'm fine."
"Dude," Haley replies, "you should go home. You're gonna get everyone else sick."
"Hey," I snap back, "I'm gonna get a lot more done here than I am there. Cause if I go home, I can't hang out outside, and I can't stay inside with my parents."
"You do know some people actually have loving parents right?" Haley asks.
"Well I don't," I reply, "family's a joke and that's all it is."
Haley sighs and lets it go as I wipe up the vomit before a faculty member sees the clear, smelly goo on the table. I just have to keep going. I just have to keep writing. Although... I wish I didn't. I wish, sometimes, that I could just... chill. Not have the urge to write. I love writing, and would do so by choice, but I do it compulsively. I require it.
I just wish that when I woke up at three in the morning, I didn't have to write a chapter to go back to sleep. That I didn't feel like I NEED to write so much. That I had someone by my side, someone to hold on my arms, and just relax. Just someone to make that urge stop, if only for a little bit.
I love writing, and I'll never stop, but I just wish that I could love someone, something, other than putting words to paper...
To bad that's just a distant fantasy to me, so I guess I'll write something else.
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By My Side
Ifjúsági irodalomMy name is Leo Benidict. I'm a high school student. I take honors classes, get decent grades I'm popular... kinda. I'm nice to people, but that doesn't mean my life is great. High school, heh, isn't this where awsome romances happen? Where people fi...