Lunch room Drama
The grayish colored square meat in the sandwich was perhaps a little more gray than it should have been today. Two choices lay before me. Food poisoning equaling a welcome escape to the nurses office, or continue to sit through the soap opera unfolding before me. Her name is Annica and mine is..... it doesn't really matter. The point is up until three weeks ago I was blissfully mooching off my parents and floating along my senior year. Now my greatest ambition is to graduate Highschool quickly, quietly, and as soon as possible. The last three weeks of the YA romance novel blossoming before my eyes has become a deep inconvenience in my life. Annica with her Bambi eyes, beautiful and empty, I envied her so much. Her lack of connection to reality could only be evolution having mercy on her poor soul. As they say, ignorance is bliss. She of course was our doomed heroine, birthed by some mysterious circumstances, destined for greatness, and the accursed love triangle. Lead one be...