• -A Close Call-

    Watery eye'd I turned around, laughing so hard, the crayon'd on eye liner and mascara ran down my face, making their own train tracks, of momentery happiness, however the care free moment didn't last long,and came crashing back down someone had popped the question again, and my stomach lurched around, causing a slit gurgle;

    "Why did you move schools?"

    All emotion swept from my face, sucked the life out of meh, a black hole re-opening again, inside me, inside my heart. I stared back, blank. And looked to the right, tryin my best not to look left, must remember my training, must also put P.A. skills into use.

    Opening my mouth, the roof went dry, and no words came out for a sceond there I thought i'd told the truth, an image of my heart impailed on a sword, crept into my mind and pounced on me, it dug its claws in. Silence.

    "I moved simply becus, of, of the s**t school, it went down hill" choosing each word carefully making sure they couldn't pick up on any weaknesses, and I sniffed indifferently, now the tables turned the pressure back on them.

    For a second I considered the crulety of putting their small mind on the spot and scrutenizing them, but the moment surpased me, through my training, and erased of memory or wanting to do so, but you can't get rid of an idea, of like ann egg planted, like nits thts festers and grows, with only one anti-dought, i helf tightly on to with cork-screw neckalace, and let go.

    Here I am, here I protect, here we die.