Status: Left for Dead
Painting Flowers
Prologue
He walked by, not that you could even see him of course; the swarm of horny adolescent girls surrounding him kinda gave it away.
“That kid’s a douche bag.” I turned around and looked at Jack, questionably.
“You’ve met him?” Avery asked in disgust.
“No. But he just looks like one. I mean, look at his eyebrows, does he glue dead caterpillars to his face?” he ragged, annoyed and most likely jealous.
“Have you looked in the mirror lately, or do they all break before you can get a good look at your face?” I stated bluntly.
Jack glared at me, “No, but I heard you had that problem.”
“So… Genna, what do you think of Alex?” Avery eyed me suspiciously as we started to walk down the hall.
“1, we have no classes together, so I honestly don’t know. 2, I think he looks like a cocky player to me.”
“Sure…” Avery said skeptically, giving me a ‘yeah-fucking-right’ look.
“That kid’s a douche bag.” I turned around and looked at Jack, questionably.
“You’ve met him?” Avery asked in disgust.
“No. But he just looks like one. I mean, look at his eyebrows, does he glue dead caterpillars to his face?” he ragged, annoyed and most likely jealous.
“Have you looked in the mirror lately, or do they all break before you can get a good look at your face?” I stated bluntly.
Jack glared at me, “No, but I heard you had that problem.”
“So… Genna, what do you think of Alex?” Avery eyed me suspiciously as we started to walk down the hall.
“1, we have no classes together, so I honestly don’t know. 2, I think he looks like a cocky player to me.”
“Sure…” Avery said skeptically, giving me a ‘yeah-fucking-right’ look.
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Okay, wicked short I know! but thats why its the Prologue right?