Fan Fiction ❯ Days of the Week ❯ Wednesday ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

I sat up in my bed, drenched in sweat. What did that dream mean?

I looked at my clock. "3:30," I said to myself. I laid myself down in my bed again as I stared at a poster of Tom Cruise on my ceiling. Ah, to fall asleep to his face. How beautiful. I closed my eyes again as I drifted off to the wonderful world of dreams.

***

I walked slowly down the hallways to my fourth period class; I came late. No one was in the hallways. No one. The only sound you could hear that day was the sound of my sneakers squeaking every time I stepped. I walked past the art room, the room Lisle and Karina were in right then. I stopped and peered through the window. They were drawing self-portraits that day. Lisle was drawing Karina. I could hear him complimenting her as she giggled. I hung my head as I stepped away from the window and continued walking to Tech. Ed.

***

At social time, I listened to my walkman as Lisa and Katie were gossiping and making plans to meet to go to the movies to see "Phone Booth". I already saw that movie, so I refused when they asked me to go with them. Samantha was reading, and Lexi was talking with Irene. I looked up to see Karina sitting with Lisle and his guy friends. I decided to join them.


"I'll be right back," I said to no one as I took off my headphones and placed them on the cafeteria table. They didn't notice I was even leaving; they were too consumed in themselves.

I walked to the table where Lisle, Karina, and Lisle's posse were sitting. They were all crowded together, as if they were watching something. I tried to get into the circle, but I couldn't get through Taylor and Ryan.

"What's going on?" I asked Chad.

"Look." He pointed to something I couldn't make out. I looked up to see Karina crying and Lisle holding her. I stood on my tip toes and peered into the center of the circle. There was a note written in big, bold letters:

LET HER GO. YOU DON'T DESERVE HER YOU BASTARD. SHE DESERVES SOMEONE BETTER, LIKE ME. YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING LOSER TO BE SO SELFISH. YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE WITH THAT SKANK AMY. SHE'S WAY BETTER FOR YOU, BECAUSE SHE SINKS TO YOUR LEVEL. KARINA DESERVES SOMEONE MORE HANDSOME. SOMEONE SHE KNOWS WILL BE THERE FOR HER. YOU'LL NEVER BE THERE FOR HER, BECAUSE YOU'LL BE TOO BUSY CONSUMED IN YOURSELF. LET HER GO. LET HER GO OR YOU AND HER WILL RECIVE A SURPRISE AT THE DANCE, AND IT WON'T BE A HAPPY SURPRISE.

ANONOMYUS

PS - I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL YOU SON OF A BITCH.

I couldn't believe what I was reading. I don't think anyone could. Whoever wrote it was a selfish bastard who didn't care what anyone thought about anyone. I had to find out who it was before the dance. I just had to.

But I didn't.