Stay With Me

Part 3-Liar

I don't believe you. Rainbow McSparkleface? Really? I bet you might be telling the truth about your favorite color, though. And maybe how you like your colors.

Whatever, I'll take what you told me and run with it. You need to know a bit more about me, I guess.

Okay, I'll tell you about what I did for the past two days.

The day before yesterday, Monday, I had a hard time waking up for school. I'll tell the tale of my day from my standpoint. Here's how my day(s) went:
I groaned before I opened my eyes, knowing it was Monday.

I sleepily got dressed, wearing only black and R colored clothes. After that, I headed to the school bus. I was groggily walking up the first step when the bus driver surged foward, causing me to fall back and hit my head on the pavement with a loud thwack!

Not the best way to start a Monday, I know. Stop interrupting!

Anyway, when I opened my eyes, I immediately checked my watch. I had been passed out for a whole twenty minutes!

I staggered to my feet and raced to school. Amazingly, I was on time, although I was quite flustered.

My school is like five minutes away! It's not that hard to understand. I ride the bus because my family doesn't get those e-mails that people send if school is randomly cancelled. You still don't get it? Really? Fine, I ride the bus because if it doesn't show up, it means school has been cancelled. Get it? Good. My gosh, you are dumber than a rock.

Well, sorry, but you are! Come on, it was easy to grasp that concept. Okay, okay, I'm sorry! You're cool, or whatever. Now can we get on with the story? 'Kay thanks.

Anyway, as soon as I put my stuff on my desk in M&M, I ran to the drinking fountain.

Yes, it was only like a foot away. Stop judging me! I was thirsty.

You want to try running about five miles in about ten minutes? Didn't think so. Anyway- shhh! Nope. You don't get to speak. No experience, no opinion. Ugh! That means unless you personally experienced it, you don't get to comment.

Up up up! No experience, no opinion. Kapeesh?

Good. Anyways- OH MY GOSH I SAID NO EXPERIENCE NO OPINION! IN LESS NICE WORDS, SHUT UP ALREADY!

NO. DO NOT SPEAK. NO EXPERIENCE, NO OPINION. NO. NOPE. THAT HOLE IN YOUR FACE, CLOSE IT!

*sigh* *deep breath* SHUT UP!!!

Okay, AS I WAS SAYING BEFORE I WAS RUDELY INTERRUPTED, my friend, Terriah, came up to me. "Woah, someone's thirsty," she said. I grinned. Then a thought struck me. "Wait, aren't Mariah and Rachelina usually here by now?" Terriah hides her hurt well. I wince, inwardly. I didn't mean to, but it made it sound like I only wanted to talk to them, and not her.
"Yeah, I guess they're running late," she said, glancing around. Although she did look like she wasn't convinced.

The door busted open with a clang! and- some kid walked in.

I slouched. I thought it was going to be Mariah and Rachelina.

Rachelina walked into the room, set down her stuff, and burst into tears. Terriah and I ran to her side. "What's wrong?" I asked, patting her on the back.
"Mariah," she sobbed. My heart stopped.
"What?" I squeaked.
"She moved. We can't see her again, or talk to her. It's like she's d-d-dead," she ended with a large sob.
Teriah and I burst into tears.

We sat huddled together, crying-

No. No it is not dramatic. Mariah was one of our closest friends. You don't get it! We could never see her again. It was like she died. We can't even call her. You are not even allowed to comment! NO EXPERIENCE, NO OPINION!

You know what? I'm going to go grieve. Bye for now, Mr. Insensitive.