Poor Alice :(
Disclaimer; I own nothing.
I don't sleep well, I toss and turn.
Why did you give away my seat?
Mom and Dad had to collect me from school.
Excuses that I felt under the weather.
I did feel sick, but I knew the cure.
Miss TA was in today with her short hair and dark make up.
She giggles when you talk.
I want to throw up.
Her hand reaches out to yours.
I don't know where it came from, but I scream.
You run over, touching your hand to my head.
I smile smugly at Miss TA over your shoulder.
Yeah, get the message bitch.
He's mine.
He just doesn't know it yet.
She's beginning to get in the way.
It's 3 a.m. and I sneak down the trellis that creeps up outside my window.
I ride my bike to her address.
Her Little Sedan is parked in the drive.
Just a friendly warning this time, I think.
Pulling out Emmett's Swiss army knife, I walk nonchalantly down the side of her car.
The wind covers the grind of metal on metal.
Consider yourself warned.
