maybe people would ask me stuff if i were attractive
he looks like he’s yelling at someone like
“YOU WANNA FUCKIN’ SAY THAT T’MY FACE MATE”
scrawny little shit but i bet he has a hell of a right hook
It was April 1, 2020 and I was sitting in History, listening to the most tiresome class you could imagine sitting through. The teacher’s voice was monotonous making everyone around me fall asleep. I was texting my brother who was sitting on the other side of class, when it happen.
Out of nowhere there is gasp, and Wendy who is sitting at the first table in the front shoots to her feet. I look up. Where did the teacher go to?
Wendy starts screaming. I stand with the other perplexed trying to push my way to the front of the class to see what she is pointing and screaming about. My little frame allows me to push through the little gaps between my classmates and get to the front of the class.
"Come on- its April fool’s day- where did she go?" One boy called out.
"She evaporated I saw it" Wendy sobbed.
On the floor where my teacher stood just a moment ago was a pile of clothes. Max was pushing them aside with his foot going through them.
"Her bra and knickers are here- and so are her stockings and shoes" He yells.
I look around. We were all confused. No way in hell the teacher would pull such a prank on us. I feel a tug on my arm and turn to find my brother standing next to me, his face is pale.
"Come on" He pulls me. I follow him out of the class. When we step into the hallway we come to a sudden stop. It is packed with kids running and screaming. My brother looks at me and takes my hand in his. We start running to the entrance of the school. We push through the heavy doors and continue running. We get to the main street and once again we are forced to stop.
It was as if a bomb went off. Cars were tipped over, crashed into buildings and poles all around us. A few feet from us was another pile of clothes. I look at my brother’s face. I felt the fear take over my features and knew he was feeling the same.
We run the two blocks to our home, knowing our mum was home today, it being her day off.
The house was full of smoke. My brother runs into the kitchen and he turns off the burning stove. I come in after him coughing.
Even though my eyes were tearing from the smoke I saw it. The pile of clothes my mum wore this morning on the floor.
I went weak at the knees, crashing to the floor by the pile of my mum’s clothes. What is going on?
He died thinking I actually had 7 boyfriends, one for each day of the week…