At last it was 7th period it was Enriched English II, I went to the back and started doing the assignment on the broad.
A guy walked in he had black hair it had a emo style to it, dark hazel eyes he had on a black shirt on and jeans. He seemed like he would be more of a loner kind of guy. He started writing and didn’t see me. “Who are you?” I asked looking at him.
“Andrew.” The guy said, looking up at me.
“I’m Alice.” I said.
“Cool, nice to meet you.” Andrew said, nodding.
We started writing again, I sighed as I knew I could not be with Dylan. Much as I would want to be with him I couldn’t have that wish come true.
I was on the grass hill on the side of the school Dylan came over to me and said, “It’s hard to see how far we have come.”
“Yeah but it’s good. Both have gotten through early hell.” I said, sighing and taking my legs to my chest.
“I know, it’s ok forget about the horrible people you have met.” Dylan said, rubbing my back and he wrapped his arms pulled me close to his chest.
“I know, but hard to forget one’s who screw with your emotions.” I sighed, as I curled up next to him.
His phone started to ring and he let me out of the hug and he answered it.
“Oh hey.” He said.
There was a silence.
“Oh…ok.” Dylan said, hanging up he got up.
“I need to go.” Dylan said, walking away.
I sighed as I got up and left after he did.
He didn’t seem really on track I need to talk to him soon.
At home I laid curled up on my bed I closed my eyes, “Oh boo ho someone is crying again, oh your misery is my joy.
My eyes shot open and I sat up and looked around. I knew that voice. The tone, the sound, the evil smirk in it.
Adam Miller.