I
jerk awake in a frightened sweat as the memories of that day flood back into
me. I’ve been having that same recurring nightmare for the past year.
Shuddering, I walk into the bathroom and spray cold water on my face.
Looking into the mirror I see a
shadow of the boy I once was. Ten years later and the memories of that day
still burn inside me. I’m very handsome, or so I’ve been told by many females.
Dark, curly hair spreads around my head and forehead. A permanently creased
brow leads to my sharp, intelligent blue eyes. Thin lips that forever show
disdain and hate making a tattooed frown on my face. I check out my lean arms
and sculpted body that lead down to my toned legs. I give myself a quick smile
just to see if I remember how.
I brush my teeth as fast as I can
and get dressed. I throw on some jeans and a loose fitting v neck t-shirt,
purple like always. I walk out of my room and slip on my shoes. I sling my
backpack around my shoulder and saunter off to my greatest battle of the day,
high school.
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