I hate school. No really. I do. I know so many teenagers cope this tone, but I really could do without school. I'm smart. I don't want or need to be here.
I see the faces. Smell the bodies. But I don't want to touch or hear them. They brush against me as they wave at friends and It nauseates me.
Why? I couldn't tell you.
Yes I could.
I'm not one of them. I don't know if I ever was.
My dad tells me to buck up. Get in with a crowd. Make friends. Be happy.
But the friends I had, are no longer friends.
Did you catch the past tense? Had. That's right.
I had friends. But they died.
Every single friend I've ever had has left me by way of expiring.
Do you wonder why I hate school? Why people nauseate me?
I see my sister, my beautiful sibling with the long dark hair, blue eyes, amazing skin and marvel at her freedom. No. The ease in which she lives.
She's apart of this world I can't stand.
Why am I still here?
I'll tell you why.
I'm cursed.
Cursed like the zombies who are dead but aren't really. Or don't know they're dead.
Each death in my life has a story.
And each one somehow involves me.
I didn't realize this fact until fourteen of my close friends had left.
14.
How many of you can saw you've ever had that many friends?
Needless to say, my family has moved around a bit.
If one dad and two daughters is a family.
Tatiana begged Dad to stay here in this little town, tucked against the Wasatch Mountains.
A place no one has heard of me.
It's not like I've made the news, because I haven't. I do have my own detective.
I see the faces. Smell the bodies. But I don't want to touch or hear them. They brush against me as they wave at friends and It nauseates me.
Why? I couldn't tell you.
Yes I could.
I'm not one of them. I don't know if I ever was.
My dad tells me to buck up. Get in with a crowd. Make friends. Be happy.
But the friends I had, are no longer friends.
Did you catch the past tense? Had. That's right.
I had friends. But they died.
Every single friend I've ever had has left me by way of expiring.
Do you wonder why I hate school? Why people nauseate me?
I see my sister, my beautiful sibling with the long dark hair, blue eyes, amazing skin and marvel at her freedom. No. The ease in which she lives.
She's apart of this world I can't stand.
Why am I still here?
I'll tell you why.
I'm cursed.
Cursed like the zombies who are dead but aren't really. Or don't know they're dead.
Each death in my life has a story.
And each one somehow involves me.
I didn't realize this fact until fourteen of my close friends had left.
14.
How many of you can saw you've ever had that many friends?
Needless to say, my family has moved around a bit.
If one dad and two daughters is a family.
Tatiana begged Dad to stay here in this little town, tucked against the Wasatch Mountains.
A place no one has heard of me.
It's not like I've made the news, because I haven't. I do have my own detective.
