A/N: I'm actually using my little sister's account because I'm too lazy to make my own so...yeah... This is just a preface of the story. If you like it please tell me! and I'll add more!! and sorry for the pessimism, the main character is emo... Also, an M6 is a BMW convertible (I have one!) I also would like some friends and supporters. Comments and constructive criticism are SO welcome!! Also, the beginning is similar to Midnight Sun, BUT THAT WAS A COMPLETE ACCIDENT! I wrote this BEFORE I read the first chapter of Midnight Sun!
It's painful and unbearable. Why do we suffer from such feelings? Are they meant as torture for us? I think it would have been easier if I was human, then maybe, I could deal with this.
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"Life" sucks. Or is "Purgatory" the right word? Both ways it sucks and I hate it. This must be the fiftieth time that I'm repeating High school. Truth be told, I'm sick of it, but it's the only way to blend in. Also, the scent doesn't make me thirsty anymore, but sometimes I get lonely.
As my mind was wander off thinking about pessimistic remarks about life, I drove into the school parking lot and parked my car. It's a nice black M6 with black leather interior and tinted windows. It is a very ostentatious car that I bought with my opulence that earned from over the years. I parked my car near the front in between a white Honda Civic and an electric green Volkswagen New Beetle. For a moment I thought it was an over sized lime. The person that owns that "Thing" must be insane or lost a bet.
I got out of my car, locked the doors and walked towards the school. I stopped and gazed at my "new" school. I sighed, its unlikely that my life will take a positive turn, but those lectures they gave me about life being capricious were the only thing that made me come here (again). Feeling more peesimistic than usual, I made my way to the school.