#ifyoucanmoveit

“...whenever she wanted to start a random story.” Yes, she’s about to start again on another lie. A story right out of her ass that she never actually truly lived yet there’s no trace of it on her features. She’s lowered her gaze to her hands, she’s not sure why the urge to step inside of the police office came to her.

But it came and she did. Yelled that she killed someone, was brought aside to be interrogated and quite frankly she was ecstatic about it. All she needed was a friend who could find her some red paint that truly looked like blood and the deal was good. How easily fooled could people be? Too easily. But time was not to that anymore, she clears her throat, looks up and continues her story.

“You know she’d just turn to look at me whenever it was time to have a break right before heading out of the classroom and start. I never understood why, is this because I was also among the wildest people at school? Thus she thought we were like both destined to be weird together? I was not weird, but wild alright.”

Quite a lie, she’s weird, but then again it’s not as if that friend actually existed.  

“But anyway, I felt bad that everyone else ran away from her you see, so I’d sit down and listen to it anyway. She never made sense too.” There comes an offended sound to her voice, arms raising and she almost laughs at the officer’s serious expression. She can’t laugh, she has to get through this without laughing and last long enough to get behind those bars. She’ll think of what her parents will do to her when they come to get her later on, she will. But for now, there’s only time for the art of acting.  

“If you’re going to be weird, at least make some kind of sense. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work? I always told the teacher to report it, or at least tell her parents to put her out of her misery by making her leave school. But everyone just thought I was being the mean one. But they all laughed behind her back, so really, who was the vicious one here? Me? Right.”

Then here comes the actual part that they might have been all waiting for. The two guards in the corner and the man sitting in front of her. This time there’s no use lowering her gaze to the floor, she’s looking straight up at him, unblinking. It would make it even better if he flinches, but she’s not going to push it. She has to voice this out without actually giving away that she’s being a stupid teenager who wants to know what it is like to spend a day in jail and have a criminal record. She’s going to do this right, right here, there’s no stopping her.

“So since no one else was willing to, I took her out, told her I was doing this for her good. I grabbed a rock, told her to lie down and she actually did, who knew people could be so docile!” She’s smiling as if that’s even a good thing, it’s not, but she’s getting close to the weirdest story she’s ever made up.