Hear Me

Mondays are always horrible.

Beginning of the week, getting up early, doing work, no late night adventures.

I open my locker just to have it slammed shut.

God, if you exist, please help me.

Freddie leans against the painted metal and smirks.

No fear

He tells me I look beautiful today.

Go die

He opens his mouth when we both hear someone call his name.

I hate him.

He walks away just as Stephen walks over.

I can never catch a break.

Everyone needs to back off.