Chapter one: a new beginning

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I sat looking out at the bright sun. My cat laid on my lap. Her fur was a silky orange and black. In front of me was a desk with a black composition note book and a thick blue mechanical pencil.
"Smoking cigarettes on the roof... you look so pretty..." the CD player chirped.
I couldn't think of what to do. My mind was a blur.
It's been two years..
You probably don't even remember who I am..
It doesn't matter. I have a art project tomorrow and nothing is coming to mind.
Just him.
I wish it'd stop.
I picked my pencil up and started to sketch out a human head, an alien, and a cat. Everything I drew started to look like him..
"You will be my girl.. my girl.. my girl.." the cd blurted interrupting my thought.
It was plain. My room. It was all blank.
Just like my mind.
I hated it.
I wanted to decorate it with art. All of it. Just draw and never stop.
That would only give me happiness for a little while.
For my mother wouldn't be pleased to see I colored the walls like a 5 year old. I should start acting 15. My age. And I should dress less like a pastel goth doll. No wonder why people thought I was weird.
"Max," my mom called from the kitchen, "can you help with dinner?"
I scrambled to the kitchen, cut an onion and went back to thinking.
Ever since he moved I couldn't think of anyone else.
I can't even imagine me being with someone else.
His smile.. made me feel warm and fuzzy..
His touch made me feel safe..
His voice felt as if he'd never leave me..
But he did. He didn't want to..
It didn't matter anymore.
I took a shower to keep my mind off of it.
I finally decided what to draw.
I wouldn't be happy but I'd get an a..
I woke up early in the morning to get to school. I zoned out all my classes till I got to art.
I was quite proud of this drawing even if it reminded me of him.
I sat in the back of the classroom, as usual.
"Hello class," said Mrs.Rena, "today we will be having a new student. He just moved here from Klein isd!"
I looked up from my sketchbook. I looked down at the door.
I saw the shoes..
I looked up to see their face to confirm it..
I couldn't believe who it was..
why?
Was this real?
What's going on?
I can't- take this..

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 30, 2019 ⏰

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