-"Ana, I think I love you."
Her face soured. So sour that her face seemed to shrivel up into a ball of crumpled paper. She seemed disgusted that I DARED to tell her about any feelings I had.
"No, no no NO NO!! no you can't"
-"Ana, if you didn't like me back, you could have just said it. Normally."
"Please, its not that"
-"if your homophobic then I don't want to talk to you."
"ITS NOT THAT EITHER. I love you, no I want to love you but I can't"
-"Are your parents homoph-"
"NO. i-"
-"JUST SPIT IT OUT, ANASTASIA."
"that was the worst thing you could have ever said."
I am about to explode. she is being so un-usefully cryptic and its pissing me off
-"WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN."
"i'm not real."
she then walked into the music room and went back on the drums. i sat on the floor, dumbfounded.
-"WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN ANA??"
I got no response. I peered into the music room to see what she was doing, maybe she had her ear defenders on. She was gone. No where to be seen. the windows to the room were closed, her phone laid on the chair, her ear defenders next to it, and her earphones she wears inside them to keep in beat were wrapped around the ear defenders. her phone was on, still playing her favourite drum solo on repeat, now aloud to the room.
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General FictionDana, a seemingly normal, although a bit apathetic, school girl, starts to have weird occurrences happen to her. time seems to freeze, and then her friends start to disappear...
