30 days left.
Waking up to the bright sunshine shining through the clear windows as I squinted my eyes.
God dammit, did I forget to cover the windows again?
I stood up, trying to regain my balance. The world around me began to spin, as I groaned.
My head throbbed hard. I walked straight to the bathroom, getting ready for hell- school.
I matched my grey hoodie with a pair of skinny jeans.
I walked down the stairs, greeted by my parents.
”Good morning honey, I prepared toast for you!”
I smiled and proceeded to the table where my dad was sitting, reading the paper. Typical
He put away the paper once I sat in front of him. “Oh, I have to remind you to gather
everything you will need for the transfer. No rush, though.”
I nodded, gobbling down the toast.
Mum shouted from the living room, “Honey, school starts in 20! You’re walking, right?”
I moaned, hinting that I was too lazy to.
They, as usual, ignored me. That’s the thing about them.
I bid my parents goodbye before leaving to school.
I enjoyed the scenery outside while I still could.
One, before I go to school where I could no longer enjoy the atmosphere.
Two, before I leave this god-damned of a town.
After 15 minutes-oh-so-nice walk, I arrived, where I feel my anxiety building up.
I could never tolerate what they say. People always find me at places, alone, crying.
I sighed, it’s starting.
The first one started when this Jolie look alike shoved me, I imagine her snickering as she
I took a deep breath.
Relax, Emma, relax.
I went into the class, my first class of the day. English.
I sat at the back of the class, where no one usually sits. A crowd of girls were sitting at the
side of the class, giggling so loudly, I could hear them all the way here. They were eyeing
me from hair to toe.
Yes, I look fucking adorable, may I help you? - I thought.
I could NEVER say that to them. Too of a chicken.
Class proceeded as usual but I never paid any attention.
Lunch arrived and I was one of the earliest to go out of the room. Too packed for my liking.
I walked to the school office and talked to the clerk and asked for my personal files and
records, and a transfer form. The clerk was; how do I phrase this, fucking slow. Yup.
It took almost a whole hour to get things ready.
Lunch ended by the time I finished things.
I had a free period after this. Thank god. But instead of going to my usual place; the library, I wandered around. How fun would life be soon. Can’t wait.
I strolled through the outdoor court; empty. A few steps ahead and I arrived at the hall. A
few students here and there, minding their own business. Walk down the hall, and there
would be a deserted art room. No one seems to be using it for now.
I pushed the door and it creaked open.
It creaked open! How long hasn’t this room being used? Decades?
Everything was so dusty, from the old art supplies to the dustiest whiteboard I have ever
There was an external room linked, and I was curious to see what was inside. What was
I slid the sliding open to the side, and boxes were everywhere.
But one box left me curious, the oddest one of all.
The yellow box that fell on the floor when I accidentally elbowed it.
The contents fell out onto the ground; where I could see what it was.
To my surprise;
They were pictures.
Of one man, whom not to my knowledge.
He was good looking indeed,
But who was he?
I crouched down to find out more about this man.
There were a few papers lying around near the pictures. They were notes, written in
Each note had the same content, not one bit different.
On them, it was written;
How is everyone?
How is Deanna?
Is everything alright?
I miss you guys, and I miss being there.
Right now, I’m not having fun. Only having no air left to breathe.
I sigh all the time.
Again, I miss you guys.
I am dead.