Adoring Levi

four

The rest of the day goes by without a hitch. I spent the rest of lunch sitting outside in the breeze, plotting ways that I could kill Sophia and Noah without anyone knowing, and thinking of how painful I should make their deaths.

I need to stop letting my thoughts wander like that. It's not exactly a healthy way of coping with my anger, and I fear I may actually end up bringing them close to the afterlife if they continue with their bullshit.

The day finishes off with my art elective, the best decision I could've made. The class is soothing, since there's not much to do. Ms. Anderson is the only downside of that class. She spent the whole class trying to find something to give out about. I can tell the rest of the students also hate her, based off the subtle eye rolls and the occasional middle finger held up behind her back.

The second the final bell rings, I'm scurrying out of the class, far too excited to leave this hellish building despite doing nothing but daydreaming the whole day.

I swiftly shove all my books back into my locker, leaving myself with an empty bag. The schedule here is a bit weird. On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, I have six classes, each lasting an hour. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I only have four classes, but they're all an hour and a half, which is not ideal. The only good thing about it is I don't need to do any homework tonight.

I take my headphones, along with my water bottle, out of my bag and place them over my head, preparing for the walk I'm about to embark on. Mom is working right now, so my sisters and I have no one to drive us home. I would've walked anyway even if she wasn't working. Rosa finished a bit earlier than Evie and I, so I hope she managed to get back safely.

Walking out of the school, I take in the smell of fresh air. After spending another three hours locked up in that place, a long walk is definitely needed. While daydreaming in art, I decided I'd walk around the city first, browsing places for a job. I didn't work over summer since I wanted to get familiar to this place for the six weeks I had. My mom said I should start applying either this week or next week, and I agree.

I admire my surroundings as I walk, taking in the odd hum of a bird and the whoosh of the breeze against the leaves of the trees. In Marseille, I used to go for walks every weekend. It was hard to do it over the weekdays since school lasted until five, so I always made sure to walk for at least two hours when I could. The time alone kept me sane. Sometimes I would discover new places I hadn't seen before and would just stay there, attempting to keep my mind off of the horrible thoughts and memories I still have.

The walk to the city only takes about twenty five minutes. There's a multitude of different shops on the streets: bakeries, cafes, bookstores, supermarkets, boutiques, and just a little bit of everything.

My ideal job is to work in a record store. The last time I searched this area, I found multiple of them. I spent time browsing the vinyls they all had. There was one I found called Grooves. It was probably my favourite one; they had almost all of my favourite artists, movies and a collection of posters that were a bit overpriced, but were also very appealing. I saw a 'Looking for workers' sign on the window when I went there. I'm hoping it'll still be up once I get there.