#becomedeath

What are you but an empty shell? Some creature has devoured you, gnawed out your inner self. A beat is taken as nimble fingers find themselves fidgeting with the thinning straps of a backpack. No, you are quite more than that. 

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( @becomedeath | accepting | xo | ↖ - The diary entry from the day our muse’s met.)

A few weeks ago I mentioned that I’d put out an advert, wanting to be hired as a tutor after school hours. Well, today I got a call from a guy offering me double the amount I’d asked for if I’d come and tutor his step-son. I accepted, of course.

The kid, Anthony, is somethin’ else, lemme tell ya. All surly and sarcastic and downright scathing, locked inside this little body. One session in and the kid’s already making me second guess myself; he’s too damn distracting and I’m sure he knows that and is using it to his advantage. Already. He’s smart, sharp as a tack, but he just lets his mind wander far too much. I kept finding myself staring at ‘im, despite how hard I tried to get him to focus on the work in front of us.

I can already tell that I’m fucked. Well and truly. I can’t afford to let this job go, but I gotta figure out a way to make this kid seem less enticing.