I've got an hour.

One

I should do something craaazy. Like posting something new every 10 minutes. Wouldn't that just be craaazy? I think it would be craaazy.

Okay, that's over with. 

How creeped out would you be if you casually checked someone's Facebook page, and they had removed everyone on their friends list except for you? Especially if it was someone you didn't really talk to/know? 

Lol.

Also, that one paragraph on my last post was AWFUL. I really should l2edit before posting. 

- - -

Thank you Ms. Karlten, I said as she let us in. 

No problem. I wish I knew what you kids were going through . . .

Maria went over and took his hand. She started to cry.

I took a seat. My eyes were heavy. 

Why'd this have to happen to him?

Haven't you heard the good news? Bad things happen to everyone. 

I wonder if he can hear us. If it somehow effects whatever it is that they go through. 

To put it in a childish way, emotions are a lot like food. They don't sit well if you mix everything together.

That's how I was feeling.

We left early.

I kept feeling the vibrations of my phone as new text messages and voicemails were received. I had no doubt that they were about whatever other awful things were going on at the prom. 

- - -

Two

I felt guilty for the second time of the night. Maria and I had run off, together, during a social event that almost everyone was at. No doubt the rumors were spreading like a wildfire. Again, mixed emotions. I hated them. All of them. From every "social outcast" and pompous prick that I'd never spoken to to every asshole I had the privilege of being somewhat friends with. 

We parked at Twin Point. 

Three

We parked at Twin Point. And . . . nothing happened. We sat on the hood and watched the stars. We didn't kiss, we didn't have sex, we didn't say a word. We just sat and kept our heads looking up to the sky.

I hope you believe me. 

Four

Wake up.

Mm?

Please wake up.

Guuh. Fine. 

Mom cooked me breakfast. She made sure I took one of my pills. I didn't want to. I never want to. I can slip past without taking them unless she's there. And she counts. If I get lucky, I can fake taking one and then throw it away once I get to school. 

Five

Today wasn't one of those days. You know, since it was a Sunday. Please don't tell her I'm not taking my pills. I can trust you with this, can't I? I figure I can. You're a good teacher. A good person, I should say. Sorry.

It's just one of those things you don't get over.

- - -

I went and got a burrito to smother my overdramatic, teenage pain in. 

He was there. Awkward. Without her, though, thank God. 

I gave him one of those angle-faced grins and he greeted me back. He invited me to stay and eat with me. So I accepted. It couldn't hurt.