Lonely Hearts

walking into school

          I sat there on the bench, of course, alone. I was watching everyone. I'm a very good observer. My mom told me once that I could read people better than her therapist. She had offered to send me to therapy after my little spell with suicide. But I decided not to, besides the only medicine that could cure me was of course him. With his blue hoodie, and semi-long blonde hair, and his sense of humor would make any girl melt.
          I pulled my Biology homework out of my bag and started working on it. When the bell rang. I put my book back in my bag, and walked skulkily to class. I sat there in a daze with nothing to do but have Hunter on my mind. If anything sucked, that did. Thinking of him made my heart wrench. I couldn't take it. I silently wept with my hood pulled over my hair. I laid my head on the table and whimpered.