I climb up a hill. I look around at everything, I feel the grass underneath my boots. I brush my hair out of my face, but the wind blows it back to it's place. I look down. At a shitty college, filled with shitty people.
"Well f♥ck me gently with a chainsaw!"
Henry's POV
I look around me, at all the other future gas station attendants. All the fucking inbreed retards. All the slutty trailer park whores. I only knew one her name was Ashley and she tried to hook up with me.
I looked across the hill and saw a single girl under the only tree on the property. I heard the bell ring but ignored it as I went up the hill. I hide from her as she opened a bag and grabbed a book. She opened it as she muttered 217. She lifted the book so I could see the name. The bell jar, Sylvia Plath.
"How very" I thought.
