Two weeks ago,my boyfriend died in a massive car crash.
When i found out, i burst into painful tears that i think can just about break anyone's heart if they saw me at this moment. For the longest time after that, i wanted to murder the person that was in the other car.But nobody can identify who that person was, because they were already ashes in the flame.
My name's Sibyl. And this is the most tragic story of my whole entire life. So I hope you take your time to read through it, and to please understand the pain i went through.
-first few months i knew Alex-
I was going to class with my best friend, Mary Miller, both of us making fun of the rude people as they walked by us, giving us glares that can haunt you if they wanted to.
We walked into the German room, Mary pushing me out of the way playfully to get inside first.
I laughed, shook my head, and finally walked inside myself. I thought Mary and I were the first ones in there, but there sat this boy with emo-styled black hair with mysterious midnight blue hair dye in it.He also had a lip piercing and pale blue eyes that were practically almost white.
Mary looked at him and back at me with arched, uninterested eyebrows.
But i only saw that out of the corner of my eye.I couldn't stop watching him.He looked up at me and stared deeply into my eyes.It felt as if he was looking within my soul.The bell rang,destroying my fantasies,and other students came rushing in, causing me to fall onto my hands and knees to the ground.
"Damn, that smarts......"
Everyone was in their seats, and i got up,dusted myself off and looked for an empty seat i can sit in.
There was an empty seat next to Mary,so I took it.
Mr.shan, the german teacher walked in with a smile on his face, and an ugly replica of the mad-hatter's top hat sitting atop his head.
"Guten morgen,"he said,expecting a reply, even though this was the last and final class of the day.
"GUTEN MORGEN,"the class replied.
"Gut,gut....."he rambled on and on in german until our ears felt like they were gonna start bleeding...
-to be continued never-
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