Addi

When school finally let out, I pulled out a cigarette and started walking home. I may hate school, but I love the walks home. It's usally my think time to myself. The smoke filled my lungs as I started going over the day. That Luke kid was interesting. I know he only wanted to walk with me to class so he wasn't stuck with Candy but it was still nice. Stupid Candy. I wanted to hit her in the face when she started bashing my favorite tv show, American Horror Story. I love that show, and then she starts bitching about it. Luke stood up for me though. He probably only feels sorry for me. Either that or he just wanted to piss Candy off. But it's not like he'd actually be interested. Why would he? No guys are ever interested in me. But one day, I'll be so lovely they'll all be interested in me. Breathing in the wonderous smoke, I plug in my headphones and play my absolute favorite band, The Killers. I love The Killers, because ever song sounds like it belongs in a movie soundtrack. The magical sound of the music plus the high of my cigarette makes me feel lighter than air. I can't help but smile to myself just a bit. This is all I have to look forward to. Music and cigarettes. When I arrive home, I see that my mom's car is parked in the driveway. I quickly put out the cigarette and put in a breath mint. My mom would murder me if she found out I smoked. I quickly sneak inside, say a short hello and was about to head up to my room, when my mom stopped me.

"Hey honey, how was school?" She asked. 

"It was fine I guess." I want to keep the conversation short but she's not going to let me leave anytime soon.

"Do you want a snack?" She asks. No no no. I don't want anything to eat, but she doesn't understand. 

"No thanks." I shake my head.

"Why don't you eat something, it'll be good for you. I know you probably haven't eaten anything all day." She rambles on. I really don't want to eat anything but I don't want to argue with her more. So I agree to eating and pull out some of last night's pasta. I can feel her eyes watching me eat, making sure I actually do eat. She thinks she's clever, but she's not. Yeah, I'm eating but she doesn't know what I plan on doing the minute I get up staris. When I eat the rest of the pasta, I put the bowl in the sink and mumble somthing about taking a shower. She just nods and lets me finally go upstairs. When I'm finally out of her sight, I run to the bathroom, turn on the shower and turn my stereo. With the shower water running and the loud music blasting, I pull my hair up into a poney tail and lean over the tiolet. I slowly insert two fingers down my throat trying to make myself throw up. It takes a few minutes to get all the pasta outa my system but when I finally do, I flush the toilet and clean up. I let the shower and music run for a few more minutes before I turn everything off. That's the trick, with both the shower and music, there's too much nosie for anyone to hear me. I've been doing this for awhile and no ones noticed anything. When I clean everything up from the bathroom, I go straight to my room to watch neflix for the rest of the night.