Young Writers Society

That god damn Rim fire won’t stop. It’s been like 5 days, and there is a huge smoke cloud straight over my area. The funny thing is, the fire is 3 hours away. Thanks a lot, who ever started the fire. It was probably started naturally. I bet it was.

I do tend to think a lot when I am all by myself. It is currently 8 o’ clock on a Saturday night. I’m acting like a man about to shoot up a house. Black coat, pants, running, and wearing a ski mask holding something suspicious. I was just kidding, why would I run? I’m not serious about that, I would never kill anyone.

Cars pass with their blinding lights on. Usually they honk at me because I am basically walking on the bike lane line. Hell, even a guy pulled over and yelled at me. He said “You can get ran over if you do that again!” Guess what my response was?

“You can blow me.”

I love talking crap, as it is adrenaline to my veins. It makes me feel like Alex Rodriquez when I do it, as it makes me stronger. My natural trait is smartass, and I carried it all through my life. Most people would think something along the lines of “This kid probably fails in school.” Well, that is like saying water is not wet. I am in NJHS, Advanced English, and Advanced Math. It’s my weird sense of humor.

It’s 8:17, 13 minutes until I do it. For my level of ballsy, I don’t have enough balls to do this. Only a person with an IQ of 79 would do this, as it was two brain dead idiots with that IQ who put me up to this. It is supposed to help my problem of never kissing a girl. The only problem is that her boyfriend will hunt me down during school and fight me straight on the spot. That guy came straight out of the gardening shed, too.

I find a bush half a block away from the house. I sit down and start texting those two idiots. They told me I have to do it, or I will die forever alone. That’s pretty nice when you tell that to a friend. I think it is cold hearted, but they think it’s really hilarious.

“Hey, Fred!"

“Yeah Bob?”

“You’re going to get your teeth kicked in if you don’t do this!”

It’s time. I walk halfway to the house, and then I stop. I pull out a knife and put it to the skin on my hand. One crocodile, two crocodile, three! The knife proceeds to cut the skin off my hand. It felt like a butter knife going through butter, but when I did this it hurt like a bitch. Hurry, I have to make it there. I sprint down to the house, ring the door bell, and fell straight on the ground.

They opened the door while I was crying in fetal position. They asked me for help, when I said yes. Her mom handed me some bandages and brought me inside. She was inside, watching Teen Wolf re-runs. Her jaw dropped as she saw tears coming from my eyes and blood dripping on the floor. You know what that means? I can beat out teenage girl porn.

She led me into her room. It’s all girly and pink. Just like my personality. We sat down on her bed and started talking. When we were talking she suddenly said “I know you’re depressed, Will. You’re probably the cutest and nicest guy that I know. Why are you depressed?” I stared into her eyes while trying to think up the most reasonable idea that I can come up with. I sighed then replied “Cute? Only stoners and tools are “cute”. I do agree with the personality part though, as I am extremely sexy in that. You always say you don’t need a relationship in eighth grade, but I do. It’s hard when I am not a generic social bastard.”

She starts laughing and then hugs me. I hope she’s ok with my dripping blood as I never cared to put bandages on. She then lets go. “I really like you.” She said then she kisses me. It’s probably pity like, but then she kisses me again. I kiss back, but not the world’s best kiss because I only ever practiced on my pillow. The dare was to propose to her in front of her parents but this is close enough.

Their parents then saw us kissing then escorted me out of the house. I walk out the door, then remember one thing. I forgot the bandages. I go crazy and bang on the doors. They threw the bandages on me, and I start walking home. I got my first kiss, and probably a girlfriend. She better not pull a Coming-Of-Age film on me and say it was for sympathy.

It has been two days since the eventful night, and I didn't get the girl.Her boyfriend SwaggyMcBroYolo found out and her didn't take it well. He tackled me while I was at my locker. I managed to elbow him in the face and sending his face to the locker. I wasn’t suspended, but he was. It was a happy ending, as I have been magically cured of my depression. One thing needs to be done though.

I’m at the football field fiddling with my phone. The phone went to it’s default playlist titled “Movie perfect moments.” I play the third song on the list, behind Eye of The Tiger and I Will Always Love You. I start walking through the field with my fist held high in the air while “Don’t You (Forget about me)” by Simple Minds plays.