Realizerealies

Mom's oblivious about the tongue stud.

Sometimes I want to slam my head in the door when I'm with my friends. Let me explain: I've been working away in school all day. I had to skip breakfast because I overslept, as I often do these days. Now it's lunch, a time where I can finally dig into the meal I had thrown together in a paper bag this morning. I throw my backpack on the cafeteria floor and I'm just about to rip out my lunch when I am tackled to the floor. "Hey Paigey!" I feel two skinny arms wrap around my middle and pull me close. I make a choked sound and glare down at the girl latched onto me. "Hi, Lynn." My tone clearly said screw off. "Heey," she draws out the word and

I licked my lips, just about to dig into the mac-and-cheese I half-assedly whipped up when three scratching noises made me spill my dinner. A flourescent orange blob landed on my book. I turned towards the door and raised a brow. I had been handing out candy to trick-or-treaters all night, but this was certainly a creative way to get my attention. I picked up the plastic bowl full of full size Milky Ways ("Fun Size" just pisses off everyone involved). I threw open the door. Some guy was staring back at me, his clothes reeking of sewage. His hair was stringy and a grin was plastered on his face, showing wicked daggers of teeth. I dropped the