Click, click, click. Click click. A long yawn stretches out of my mouth. I try to close my mouth, but some force disagrees with me and widens it back up. Finally, the war ends and my face rests once again. It’s weird isn’t it? I sure think so. Maybe that one force is the force that put me here. If that’s the case, screw them. Unless I get an apology, I don’t want to hear any of that trash. My shivering head slowly looks down onto my trembling hands. I murmur little grumbles, but I myself am not even sure what was said. How great. I bite the skin that covered the back of my hand. It is kind of hard to explain why I do this. The act has always just been a soothing form of retreat that not even I could really comprehend how it works. Nope, no, …show more content…
Their tiny hands tug all over my shirt and pull at the pockets of my shorts. Somehow, I feel their little, sharp teeth slowly biting into nape of my neck. Prickly, little needle things they are! It is late at night. It is awful. It is dark. It is deadly. Not literally, but figuratively. Actually, it could be physical too. It could be… One day; just not today. What else could be better? I let go of my bitten hand and tuck my blanket all around myself for maybe… What is this? The twentieth time? I don’t know. My own pair of eyes roam over and over my words. Sh-sh-shoot-shoot! Dang it! I mmmessed up! A-Ag-g-gain! A small fire churns in the deep pit of my stomach. Backspace. Backspace. Backspace. I can’t believe I actually skipped over entire words! Not to even mention all of my stupid spelling errors. What kind of a person am I? Obviously not a good typer slash writer slash …show more content…
My fingers fidget as I fix my typing errors. What should I say? Should I tell that child of the devil’s most prized what I really think, or should I write to them as if they were heaven’s greatest, most pure angel? Probably the second choice that I came up with will lead me to greater, more positive results. Yeah. Most likely. Yeah, that’s good. Pretty good. Pretty good, yeah. Good, yeah, indeed. Indeed. Indeed. “Dear Folami, I just want to tell you that I believe you are a wonderful person. A lot of people think you look very, very nice. And a lot of people don’t look at your insides. Not your guts! Well, your figurative guts, yeah. I think you are secretly very, very, nice looking on the inside, but you are hiding it with a lot of cheap and crappy cover-ups. So, my fellow student, please take that off, and maybe we can get along. Maybe we can even be friends. Have a very, very nice day. With care, Gili