Yeah.. I'm cool.
I walk to the house in the dark. The rain comes down. Not hard, but enough to get the bottom of my jeans soaking wet, and mess up my hair. I can't feel my toes. I guess thats what I get for wearing Sandals in January. It's 40 degrees a regular heat wave for around here. And I'm tired. Waking up at six on a Saturday isn't my Idea of a good time. But I lived. Tomorrow I get to wake up at six again, I can't wait. I can't get him off my mind. I would kill for him to come and talk to me. I know he doesn't care. I don't have a chance. But thats how life goes. My stomach feels like it's going to explode, I ate to much. Whats new? Little rocks get stuck in my sandles as I walk, they stab my feet. I don't care enough to try and get them out. The rain starts coming down harder. I'm soaking wet. The street is so quiet. It's peaceful. I like it out here. I walk up and down the drive way a few times. Then finally I walk inside. The house is quiet, empty, and dark. I can't help but to feels someone is watching me. The floor boards make noises as I walk on them. I read the note on the table with Directions on them. I find the dog, let him out and leave. It's still raining. I make my way back to my house. I'm debating if I should do my homework or not. I deside not too. Shit. I forgot to lock the door. I walk back. Every noise I hear gives me the chills. I stop and look around. Nothing. I walk faster. Hes on my mind. My stomach feels even worst. I stop, I throw up in the grass, and Keep walking. Hes on my mind.