#haunted-writes

Sylas

When I get home I immediately sink into my bed and sigh in relief. I'm so happy to finally be home. School sucks and I never wanna go back. I grab a bag of Doritos and sit back down on my bed to surf the web. I end up on Tumblr, like I always do, and I notice a private message from someone named 'GlimmerFox' that says: 

Omg you're so cool and I don't want to sound creepy, but I love your blog so much!!!

I respond with: 

Thanks, and I don't think that sounds creepy. At least you didn't ask to see my feet. 

Fox: Ew, why would I want to see your feet? Feet are nasty.

Me: You'd be surprised. 

Fox: How do you stay sane? 

Me: A clever mix of humor and self hate. 

Fox: Oof. We should play 20 questions. Just get to know each other. It could be fun 

Me: Ok. 1: what's your favorite color? 

Fox: Maroon. 1: favorite animal? 

Me: Dogs, I'm assuming yours is a fox :p 2: dream job? 

Fox: Figure skater and my favorite animal is not a fox. 2: if you could live anywhere where would you live? 

Me: Somewhere tropical. 

And the rest of the night goes similarly to that. Me and Fox talk back and forth late into the night, my mom pokes her head in occasionally to see what I'm up to, and I end up not finishing my homework. Which is normal for me. 

The next morning I'm tired and cranky from staying up so late. I see Luka at his locker and suddenly remember that I never did my English homework. So, I do what any logical person would do and slam my hand on the locker next to Luka to get his attention. 

He jumps and looks up at me with fear in his brilliant blue eyes. "What do you need?" He mumbles and continues to grab what he needs for class. 

"Your homework," I say. 

"Didn't you do it?" 

"Nope. I have no idea what's going on, plus I was too busy last night to finish it." 

"What makes you think I did it?" 

"Your mom is the teacher. Just give me your homework. I'm not playing with you." 

"Why should I give it to you?" 

I slam my hands on the lockers on either side of him caging him in. I'm vaguely aware that he's taller than me, but I'm pretty sure he won't defend himself. He squeaks and sinks into himself making him seem smaller than he really is. 

"Now, are you gonna give me the homework or am I gonna have to take it?" 

"Here, here, just take it." He shakily hands me a folder. "Just leave me alone." 

I take the folder and let him go. "Thanks, queer." I say and leave for the commons. 

I sit next to Andi at her table and she smiles weakly at me. 

"How's life?" I ask and she just shrugs. "Not great?" She shakes her head. I notice a developing bruise on her cheek, but I'm not gonna ask, it's not my business.