Scribble Ninjas

12:29PM.

One minute until the bell would go off. One minute until lunch. One minute until that bag of
Lays Buffalo Wing Chips – not just any bag of buffalo wing chips: it had to be Lays.

Just thinking about it made her antsy.

The bell rang loudly throughout the school as students noisily shuffled into the hallway, ready for the five minutes provided for transitions from one place to another; chattering, laughing, shouting, lockers opening and shutting – the sounds of middle school.

Kelly hugged her books tightly to her chest as she walked in and out of hallway traffic, smiling to acquaintances here and there. Her locker was close, just a few feet in front of her, but the sea of adolescents blocked her way, making what should have been a 10-second walk a 3 minute one. It was like this every day, but it annoyed her on these days in particular.

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Ever since I met Villette, I couldn’t get her out of my mind; it was so maddening that it was irritating. Those in the Veritas class were never of particular interest to anyone in the Society, and I’d never taken an interest in any of them before, so why now? It didn’t make any sense.

Nevertheless, I found myself searching constantly.

In the hallways.
In the cafeteria.
In the Workroom.

… As if my eyes expected to catch a glimpse of her figure passing by.

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I took another puff from my joint and the smoke continued to fill my dinky apartment. I sunk deeply into my sofa, wondering how my life had turned out like this: living alone in a shit apartment with a girlfriend who has a mouth the size of Russia.

Bottles and cans of alcohol had spread out across the floor. I groaned, too tired to clean up the mess I’d let accumulate for months. Isn’t this what girlfriends were for?

I must have dozed off because the sound of a knock at the door had awoken me. I ignored, feeling much too tired to get my lazy ass off the couch. The knocking soon gave me a slight headache, causing me to slowly peel myself from the couch and approach the door.

“I don’t want it!” I yelled at the door, expecting it to be some damn salesman.

“Travis!” a shrill voice came from through the door.

Speaking of girlfriends…

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Maybe that was what I liked most about him, the fact that we never talked about anything serious.

The broken teacup shards littered the floor. He stilled, his ears straining for sound – but she didn’t move, of course she wouldn’t move, she probably hadn’t even noticed that it was broken. She couldn’t see from where she was. And even if she had, she hadn’t gotten up for days…

It was an infectious thing, this state of mind she’d gotten herself into, so he could feel it too. It carried throughout the whole house. Sometimes it felt like the walls were caving in on them from the heaviness in the air.

Other times, it felt like she saw right past him – not that he could tell, but she never really felt there. And even though he knew it was highly unlikely she would have moved from her chair, he was always surprised to stumble into her there the next morning.

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