From The Start
A part of me kind of wanted to scream how much I hated her.
I was walking home and it was raining—down pouring if you want to be dramatic—because Mary was incapable of being on time, incapable performing simple tasks and being a good friend. Another part of me hated her more than I’d ever hated anything before. My jeans were soaked through and my shirt had sort of become another part of me, all wet and slick against my skin. The summer rain had felt good that morning, a break from the heat and sweat of the weeks before, but right then it was chilling me to bone. My teeth were chattering by the time I got to the corner of Belmont and Chase, two blocks away from Dilly’s and two miles away from where I needed to be. All I needed was a ride. And a tiny little part of me wanted to die on the side of the road and to fill her with every last bit of guilt, but I knew she wouldn’t even think twice about it.
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I don't own Kennedy Brock, The Maine or A Rocket To The Moon.
This is a rewrite of an old Eric Halvorsen story.
Title from the song You Left Me by The Maine.
I was walking home and it was raining—down pouring if you want to be dramatic—because Mary was incapable of being on time, incapable performing simple tasks and being a good friend. Another part of me hated her more than I’d ever hated anything before. My jeans were soaked through and my shirt had sort of become another part of me, all wet and slick against my skin. The summer rain had felt good that morning, a break from the heat and sweat of the weeks before, but right then it was chilling me to bone. My teeth were chattering by the time I got to the corner of Belmont and Chase, two blocks away from Dilly’s and two miles away from where I needed to be. All I needed was a ride. And a tiny little part of me wanted to die on the side of the road and to fill her with every last bit of guilt, but I knew she wouldn’t even think twice about it.
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I don't own Kennedy Brock, The Maine or A Rocket To The Moon.
This is a rewrite of an old Eric Halvorsen story.
Title from the song You Left Me by The Maine.