Their eyes are always watching me.
She’s the “party” type, squeezing into tiny skirts and ribbed crop tops. I’ve been for one party in my entire high school existence. I don’t drink, despite constant pressure from not only everyone around me but also my parents who think there’s something awry about my life. Well, then she’s got be a “nerd”, that would explain everything. I don’t get straight A’s, and I have a couple of C’s here and there. I push myself to the extremes, but it doesn’t always work out for me. We have it now, she’s the “mystery”- the wildcard that no one seems to see through. I can’t really provide answers to that now, can I? It wouldn’t be a mystery if I was honest.
The truth is I can’t be categorized. There’s simply no box for the complex workings of my life. I’m just here and there and everywhere. I haven’t figured myself out, and I don’t think I ever will.
Their eyes still watch me.
I can’t help it. Welcome to high school. It’s been 3 years, and reality hits now.
There’s nothing left to watch.
I’ve been gone too long to matter. There’s only bits and pieces, and everything’s broken.