Mockingbird

“You gonna keep wasting my time, or make it worth my while?”

“I think I rather waste your time. The attitude that you’re developing about it is quite interesting.”

“Shit, you really would. I’ve tried it and it just hurts, maybe the person just likes it for flexibility? I dunno.”

“I have no idea but I’m supposed to be teaching people how to relieve their tension and I end up leaving the class tense myself.”

‘–Oh Allah….I am lost…’

“Maybe I can help? Where were you going?”

“Today was my first official soccer practice as a midfielder on USC’s team and all I have to say is that my legs feel like jello, I want to go to sleep, and I haven’t even had dinner yet. I want sushi so bad, but the dining hall is closed.”

“I heard that bathing in ice cold water will help your legs. As for the sushi, I have no idea how to help except by telling you to make your own.”

‘–So a woman comes up to me and tells me I should introduce myself to sunlight…I told her she needed to introduce herself to a damn mirror because she was looking a bit too fucked up and my eyes were offended. She caused a scene, then proceeded to slap me..I thought we were sharing inner thoughts…guess not huh?’ 

She sounds very troubled. I hope you got her some help.

I tried to make myself breakfast. Which, you know, probably not the best idea for someone who’s only skill is frozen dinners, mac and cheese, and sometimes–if we’re lucky–a grilled cheese. So, long story short, if you heard sirens a little while ago I’m so sorry. 

How did you burn breakfast? What were you even trying to make?

“Oh, no. You’re my model now.”

“I’m flattered but that sounds like you’ll be doing way more editing than actually taking photos.”