Underage

Invitation to Something Life Changing

"Hi," I said to him, "I'm Kat." I held out my right hand to him awkwardly. 

"Haha, hello, Kat. I'm Michael," he said taking my hand and shaking it. 

His minty eyes stared into my deep dark soul. They seemed to lighten up my heart and put it back together again. After a cold, hard morning, the whole day seemed to turn into a happy summer day. His face was spotted perfectly with freckles and his bronzey hair was kept neat. His smile was wide and beautiful and told a million tales, even those whose story is deep, dark, and depressing.

"Are we friends now? Is that how this is supposed to work?" He said laughing his fake laugh. 

"Y-yeah," I said, rubbing my left arm with my right hand, "I guess we are." 

I smiled for the first time in months. He smiled back at me.  I felt it was real. We continued to school without Sam. 

~

It was a cool Monday morning. The morning dragged on like any other cold winter morning. The people walking to school seemed to be zombies. No one likes waking up this early, especially on a Monday, putting aside that it was cold as fuck and it was winter time. I never usually was happy during Monday mornings either. But this Monday, I felt particularly happy. I had met someone the Friday before the last with the reason for me to keep wanting to go to school every day. I wanted to hang out with him everyday, which is what I did at school on the weekdays. We hung out at lunch all of the time, said hello in the morning before class, chose each other as partners in English class, and said goodbye in the afternoon. He seemed to know exactly what what wrong and what happened when I was down. He seemed to care and understand. We never texted each other, though I long to every afternoon during the slow sad times. The air was swift and the thick foggy mist hugged the wet concrete. I had an earbud in listening to music and I was walking to school with Sam, my best friend sibling. He's my best friend and pretty much my long lost brother. I don't walk to school with him much anymore, so I reserved Mondays for him and not Michael. 

His autumn orange hair wasn't combed through, he never did his hair anyways. His face was covered in cute freckles that ran down his neck and his arms. His eyes were a beautiful hazel that complemented his skin tone. He seemed to be like one of the zombies too, slow and tired. His beautiful eyes were droopy and he wore sweat pants and a bright neon green shirt. His long lenky legs weren't completely covered up by his sweatpants, though. And considering that the neon t-shirt showed his long, boney arms, not a wise decision, but whatever gets the day done, I suppose. 

"Cheer up, Bucko!" I said to him in a cheery happy voice skipping around him, "It's Monday!"

"And why are you so happy? It's a damn Monday, nobody fucking likes Mondays," he snapped back. 

"Welll guess I'm nobody," I sang. 

"Just fucking stop. Calm the fuck down, I'm not dealing with your peppy bullshit this morning," he snapped again, crossing his arms and shivering. 

"Oh.. uh.. sorry?" I had no idea why exactly he was pissed off. 

We arrived at the school of zombies. The only person brightening the mood was Zoe, who was handing out hot pink party invitations. They were lined with gold and on the front were names in fancy bold calligraphy.  

Her curled hair was a long pure, golden blonde. Her wide eyes were minty blue. Her complexion was beyond perfect. Her pale skin represented that of a polar bear. Her smile was a blinding white. When you stood around her, you would feel a fresh, smooth sensation, like that feeling after you eat a York candy. She was beautiful. Her build was curvy and perfect. She was happy with herself and how she looked. Well, everyone was happy with Zoe and how she looked to be honest.