Just a short story I started months ago, got and idea planned out for it and then never had much of the energy to finish it. Enjoy:


She accused me of lying yesterday. Her exact words weren't,"You're lying" but I could tell that's what she was thinking. I could see it in her eyes and in the twist of her lip. I didn't tell her how bad it struck me and how much it really hurt to know that. I didn't tell her any of that. Not particularly because I didn't want to though. No, more like I couldn't.

Ya' see...

I was murdered to today.


Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

The white eraser of the blue lead pencil hit the desk in a steady, collected, and cool rythem, unbending, unchanging. Like the pull and push of the tide or the twist and tilt of Earth itself. It moved relatively in time with the ticking of the clock above and the flip of pages. The scratching of pens and pencils also added to the symphony that was the classroom and the creak of the teacher's chair as he rocked back and forth in it was also deadening to the senses.

The owner of the pencil sat quietly, sharp eyes watching the tick, ticking clock; its hands waved tauntingly slow over its numbered face. It was laughing at the boy's boredom, clearly evident in the droop of his eyelids and the pedestal of palm and fingers keeping his head supported. Playfully tickling his cheek, rusty colored hair fell into his face only to be ignored, glazed-over, brown optics attentively watching the apple shaped keeper of time.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap...

Thwap.

A folded note hit him squarely in the cheek and lazily he blinked, his lids falling shut and swiping away the wax of apathy. Moving from his statue still posture, the boy looked down at the note that had landed just to the left of him on the floor. It had a grinning, maniac, and poorly drawn anime expression on the front. Only one person would send him a note like that.

Carefully he leaned over, smirking, and scooped it up, glancing at a girl a row away. She grinned at him and gave a quick little flicking wave, showing off the pearly whites she was so proud of. Three years of braces, she'd always say, three years of braces for these babies. The boy shook his head smirking, before unfolding the note.

Wolfie, you stare any harder at the clock and it'll burst into flames.

The boy snorted at the nickname and clicked his mechanical pencil once, pushing out just the right amount of lead. A smirk quirked at the corner of his lips as he was reminded why this was his favorite pencil. His eyes danced back to her and he grinned before scratching away his answer. It was his favorite because she gave it to him back in middle school.

Like you're one to talk. You stare at it just as hard in Art.

Carefully he folded it up like a foot ball and propped it up. A row over the girl was grinning and had her hands held like a field goal. She was such a tom boy. Always had been, even when they were little. A goofy tomboy at that but one none the less. She was also his best friend.

Pulling out of his thoughts he reared back his index finger behind his thumb while his other hand propped the note up. With a few seconds hesitation to make sure the teacher wasn't paying attention he gave the note a hard thump, sending it hurtling over his neighbor and squarely between the make shift finger goal posts.

The word score was mouthed by the boyish girl before she scooped the letter up and read. Her eyes rolled and she began to scratch out her reply hurriedly, folding up once more and flicking it.




Not very much. I think I'll just use this to post all my crap.

>.> I felt inspired last night and so...



And it felt good to draw. x3 It's otter me!!! Only too regal looking. XD Took about two or two and half hours and it really made me feel pretty good. >.>

Reference right here!