I'm back! So, umm... It's been a while, maybe a year, maybe not. I don't know. Well, it's seven in the morning, I'm on my phone, and I've started grade seven. Honestly I have no idea what I'm doing; this sounds so unprofessional. Well you might notice how this is darker than any other story I've put out (I think), but don't worry, I'm not going through anything. This is just purely a dream.
Okay, last time I attempted this, I think it was on my old account, and I was about to start fifth grade, so yeah, that was a mess. This might just not be my writing style, but it's been a year; I'm out of focus. Welp, I've nothing more to say... Enjoy?
M for themes, language and BL.
Realize
Prologue
Another groggy day.
I hate school.
I hate people.
I hate life.
Fuck life.
Why, you ask? Well I'll tell you why!
Life is just a boring excuse for mankind. People seem so fun and caring on the outside, but on the inside, they don't give a shit. They live their lives happily either way, whether it's being married and having kids, or being single and playing stupid video games all day.
I, personally, am the latter. I believe that there are two universes. No, not that Berenstain Bears shit!
There are two universes, good and bad. I'm part of the bad universe; population: 1.
Everyone, and everything revolves around me, and I'm in the center, all alone.
"Are you okay?" they would ask.
Do I look okay to you? Look at me! I wear tattered shirts and baggy jeans. I haven't gotten a haircut in two years, and my eyes look awful, with bags underneath them. How would you even think of approaching me when I look like complete shit?
Oh, look; that girl sitting across from me一what's her name? Kristin?一just dropped her pencil! She's staring at me, as if she's expecting me to pick it up for her.
There's the teacher,
With her paper,
In two,
In the garbage,
She just failed. A big, fat zero.
"DON'T CHEAT!" the teacher bellowed, as the girl comes close to tears.
"Pathetic." I think, careful not to scoff aloud.
Ten minutes later, the bell rings. Time to head home.
"You're all dismissed, except for you, Kristin," I hear the teacher say as I'm leaving. "You stay back, we need to talk."
Serves that bitch right.
I scoff, put everything in my locker, grab my bag, and head downstairs to the library.
There, I check out a book, and as I'm leaving, some idiot stumbles into me.
I start, "Hey, watch where you're going y-"
Oh.
Oh.
May or may not be a good cliffhanger, but who knows?
My name is IrresistibleCookie (even though I'm not what my username may possibly suggest :/), and I'll...I'll umm *trying to remember outro* and I'll see you all in the next chapter.
Munching out since 2014.
