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Winona's been my friend since secondary school, i don't know what'd id of done without her. she's saved me countless times and i've watched her go from running from a fenced in dog to people on the streets running from her. she's only in 3 of my classes for senior year yet we always find time to send hours together usually at edas diner,with Gus of course who's like a moth to a lamp with Winona. he's meek but scary with words. he skipped 2 grades so he really should be a sofmore. that's all i know though there's this one girl, Amelia she's so strangely violent and hard but soft like a marshmallow in private. we're halfway through the year well.. i keep telling myself that but really where only a third through. it's autumn already i can barely believe it, the Connecticut air has cooled significantly. cool breeze blowing right through me on my walk to school. usually mama would drive me up her shift ran late last night. i wrap my green bomber jacket around myself, my favorite jacket i got it at a thrift store years back and it's been embroidered with every patch and flag i could fit on it, really there's five diy patches but it means a lot to me. while walking to school leaves crunching under my converse i can't help but think about what's been going on recently, out of the corner of my eyes i'll see these black figures lurking sometimes they make more details and have multiple wiggling toes for eyes and fungus sprouting and twisting out their heads. every-time i grip my bat they fade away.
i make my way into the school. a small but old school make of make shift castle looking bricks and stairs like something a witch would live in. i walk up to my familiar purple locker adorned with stickers all against school rules the locker next to to me pink flames painted along the edges. Amelia's locker. my thoughts drift to her long green hair and piecing amber eyes the way she taunts me like she hates me but you can tell when she laughs at my jokes she really doesn't BAM the slam of a locker startles me out of my trance and the girl with the green mane herself looking at my like my skin turned green she rolls her eyes the disgust on her face fading with the motion when she looks back her face is calm and perfect like porcelain "what are you doing tonight?" she asks "i- uh" is she asking me on A DATE i say to myself my face flushed with a pink hue "i-yeah yeah i am" i say leaning against the lockers smiling "your doing something?" i blink "wait what?" "no NO! i'm not doing something i was trying uh" i take a deep breath "no i'm free tonight i smile" "good meet me by our woods at 7" she says walking away her words ringing in my ears all day "our woods.."