[i never done a yellow set before so pardon...]
monday, may 2 –
it’s almost finals time, and seniors are getting ready to graduate. if you’re one of them, there’s an assembly in the school hall during second period to discuss your exams.
Shrugging on my jacket, I quietly tiptoe my way to the front door. She is still hopefully asleep and maybe tired from all the fuckiing they have been doing. They didn't even bother holding back the noises and wild, erratic things they did last night. With these thin walls, nothing can be kept.
When I'm about to turn the knob, hurried footsteps swiftly comes through the halls. I turn around and see her shrugging on her robe. Red smudges designs the corners of her mouth, black mascara adorns her cheeks. She looks abused, I bet she loves that.
"Juliet, sweetie, where are you going?" She sounds concerned when I know she isn't. "Have you eaten breakfast already?"
"I'm going to school and I had a piece of bread." We ran out of bread last week.
"Oh, already? Okay, sweetie, but before you come home..." She raises her eyebrows as if we have some sort of agreement on something. Yet I know what she's talking about. She only wakes up to remind me.
She caresses my cheek tenderly as if she is trying to be motherly. I have this sudden urge to snap my head away from her hand but I know she will slap me for it.
I nod and continue to turn the doorknob.
--->
The auditorium fills in slowly. Murmurs invade the quiet place. Few rush to their friends while the others slowly comes in, obvious by their body posture that they don't want to be here.
The principal comes in and give out a speech that no one cares about. I sit farther from everyone where I'm not noticeable. Everyone expects so much from us in this stage. Where I think this is where we find ourselves and be careless. But of course it doesn't matter.
I raise my head to see them standing up and heading to the door. I do the same and head to my next class and ignore the way they look at me.
--->
The place is nearly deserted and the boss is still in the bathroom. In exactly two minutes this place will be crowded quickly meaning I have to move fast. You may think that I would do this without worry but every time I do it makes me worry more even more. The risk of getting caught makes my heart beat so fast. Nearly to the point where it hurts so bad.
Shoving the key to the hole, I twist it quickly and it opens with a loud squeak. I don't bother checking if he heard it. My hands move fast to open the jar and I shove bills at the back of my pocket. I place it back and that's when I hear footsteps approaching.
I put on a the best fake smile to make me look not guilty.
For the rest of the night I work without worry, the thought of stealing completely erases my mind. And when I leave the place I hear a throat clearing. Alarmingly I turn my head to the source of the noise. He has a cigarette in his hand and is blowing puffs of smoke in the air. Leans comfortably against the wall, giving him the whole cool demure.
We never talk in school but I know what they say about him. Seems like everyone has a say on anyone here. They say he's a bit of a poser yet they think he's funny. Crude yet fun to be with.
"I know what you did." He simply says before he heads around the back.
My whole body freezes and he didn't even give me time to respond. Time to defend myself. Will he tell? I simply place my hand at the back of my jeans and continue back home.
I hope she's happy.
[ yes, it's not that long and i am keeping it that way. short parts of her life yet it reveals something about juliet. i hate my vagina right now, who'd be willing to trade? i am very blunt, deal with it. why did i have to be born? oh and i am a virgin.]
monday, may 2 –
it’s almost finals time, and seniors are getting ready to graduate. if you’re one of them, there’s an assembly in the school hall during second period to discuss your exams.
Shrugging on my jacket, I quietly tiptoe my way to the front door. She is still hopefully asleep and maybe tired from all the fuckiing they have been doing. They didn't even bother holding back the noises and wild, erratic things they did last night. With these thin walls, nothing can be kept.
When I'm about to turn the knob, hurried footsteps swiftly comes through the halls. I turn around and see her shrugging on her robe. Red smudges designs the corners of her mouth, black mascara adorns her cheeks. She looks abused, I bet she loves that.
"Juliet, sweetie, where are you going?" She sounds concerned when I know she isn't. "Have you eaten breakfast already?"
"I'm going to school and I had a piece of bread." We ran out of bread last week.
"Oh, already? Okay, sweetie, but before you come home..." She raises her eyebrows as if we have some sort of agreement on something. Yet I know what she's talking about. She only wakes up to remind me.
She caresses my cheek tenderly as if she is trying to be motherly. I have this sudden urge to snap my head away from her hand but I know she will slap me for it.
I nod and continue to turn the doorknob.
--->
The auditorium fills in slowly. Murmurs invade the quiet place. Few rush to their friends while the others slowly comes in, obvious by their body posture that they don't want to be here.
The principal comes in and give out a speech that no one cares about. I sit farther from everyone where I'm not noticeable. Everyone expects so much from us in this stage. Where I think this is where we find ourselves and be careless. But of course it doesn't matter.
I raise my head to see them standing up and heading to the door. I do the same and head to my next class and ignore the way they look at me.
--->
The place is nearly deserted and the boss is still in the bathroom. In exactly two minutes this place will be crowded quickly meaning I have to move fast. You may think that I would do this without worry but every time I do it makes me worry more even more. The risk of getting caught makes my heart beat so fast. Nearly to the point where it hurts so bad.
Shoving the key to the hole, I twist it quickly and it opens with a loud squeak. I don't bother checking if he heard it. My hands move fast to open the jar and I shove bills at the back of my pocket. I place it back and that's when I hear footsteps approaching.
I put on a the best fake smile to make me look not guilty.
For the rest of the night I work without worry, the thought of stealing completely erases my mind. And when I leave the place I hear a throat clearing. Alarmingly I turn my head to the source of the noise. He has a cigarette in his hand and is blowing puffs of smoke in the air. Leans comfortably against the wall, giving him the whole cool demure.
We never talk in school but I know what they say about him. Seems like everyone has a say on anyone here. They say he's a bit of a poser yet they think he's funny. Crude yet fun to be with.
"I know what you did." He simply says before he heads around the back.
My whole body freezes and he didn't even give me time to respond. Time to defend myself. Will he tell? I simply place my hand at the back of my jeans and continue back home.
I hope she's happy.
[ yes, it's not that long and i am keeping it that way. short parts of her life yet it reveals something about juliet. i hate my vagina right now, who'd be willing to trade? i am very blunt, deal with it. why did i have to be born? oh and i am a virgin.]
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