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The Story With No Name Chapter 2Trevor coughs and breaks the silence. "Here, since you're so close to me," he hands me a slip of paper with a number on it, "just text me in the mornings if you want a ride." I smile and thank him. "So...uh...music?" he says awkwardly.
"So...uh," I say mimicking him, "what about it?" I smirk. He laughs and starts flipping through stations on his radio.
"Why is everything on the radio such shit? Do me a favor? There's a CD in that glove box. Grab it?" I pass it to him. "What do you think of Falling in Reverse and Escape the Fate?" he asks.
"Don't know who that is."
He looks at me amazed. "Seriously? Ronnie Radke is like a God. I'm mildly obsessed with him." He puts in the CD and goes to a track he says is called "Situations". It definitely sounds like what he would listen to. He turns it down. "So what kind of music do you listen to?"
"Mostly just whatever's on the radio. I don't really have a preference."
"Then you don't have taste," he laughs. "Tell you what when I get to your p
The Story With No Name Chapter 1Starting high school has never been easy for anyone, I know. But in a whole new city? Hell, a new state? It's bad enough being a freshman, but I just wish we'd stayed in New York. Instead we HAD to move to the middle of nowhere, Ohio. Mom calls it "quaint" but it's better described as boring and isolated.
It's not that I think I'll be "alone" or anything; I've never had problems with making friends. I just really like the concept of being less than 30 minutes from a major city. Here, I'm lucky if I'm 30 minutes from a Walmart. Not exactly my style. Despite all my complaints though, I still have to go to school. I've been trying all morning to get my mom to let me skip today, but she's not buying. Guess I'll have to bite the bullet and just go. There's no real point anyways. I mean I'm already up at this ungodly hour.
I have to walk two blocks to my bus stop and the bus decides to already be 10 minutes late. Once we get there the principal greets us at the door and tells everyone to go
PlasterI haven't eaten today.
I didn't mean to, it just happened.
Oddly enough I'm not upset about it.
Maybe if I keep it up I could lose-
I can't think that way.
Alright, so I can't do that.
What can I do though?
I feel so...empty.
That's because I didn't eat.
But really it's not.
It's got nothing to do with eating.
It's got to do with that damned mirror.
It keeps staring at me.
Or is it me staring back at it?
I can never tell.
Maybe if I covered it somehow it would stop staring.
Sheets over it don't work.
I can feel it's glare puncture my skin.
Maybe if the image was marred with...
Don't say it.
It's hardly opaque.
In fact I can see right through it.
She looks much prettier now.
Everything looks prettier when it's rose tinted, isn't that what they say?
And this red is as close to a rose as anything else.
Please stop it.
But if I just-
But I hate the mirror girl so much.
I feel awful lately.
I could change that.
But I've tried
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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