I WALK WITH Alaska today. "Where's Felix?"
She shrugs, "I don't know. Did you do the homework last night?"
"Yeah."
"Of course you did."
"What's that supposed to mean," I laugh.
"Nothing, nothing. I did some of it," she says streaching out the word some in a question-like tone.
"How did you not finish your homework?"
"I was at Alaynna's house. She's in our first period class, but she's literaly the funnest person in the world. She had her friend,Barbie, there and oh my god it was fuuunnn."
"What did you girls do?" I ask sceptical of why they didn't allow me to join in all of the fun.
"We stole some of my mom's alchol and durnk so much of it." She shows me videos of Alaynna and Barbie rolling on the floor of her ginormus room with pillows all over it. Another one was Alaynna swinging upside-down on her cilling chair in her room.
I gasp, "you have an egg-chair?"
"Yesss, I got it for my thirteenth birthday."
"Wow." We enter the class room and we sit right next to each other so she can quickly copy it down. Even when she's rushing she had really well hand wrighting.
The whole class period, Alaynna and Alaska chitter-chatter, while I just read the class book. I feel like the unimportant friend who always walks bahind them. At my old school, I didn't I had only three, though Ty Sju, Esmeralda, and Ray that's it. That's all. That's all I needed. That's all I wanted but poof. Gone in a blink of an eye. Just gone. The bell beeps long giving me a head ache as Alaynna, Alaska, and I walk to lunch. Alaynna is in all of my classes. My head feels like I'm suffocationg as the air cuculates my lungs giving them a tight squeeze. Well... Alaynna and Amilla sit down. Alaynna squeels, "She just texted me!"
Amilla in her mother-like tone says, "Wow, that's really good. Alaska, did you and Alaynna get the homework finished?"
"Yeah, we did. I copied it from Indie," she states slouched over the bench of the table scrolling on her phone.
Amilla darts her dark eyes starring back at me, "Indie, how was your day."
My Aunt's an abusive asshole and my Uncle doesn't know and I might, kinda, sorta like some one but all of that comes out as, "It's good, you?" I know her fake answer, good, but she doesn't want anyone at her house or even near her familly. I feel her, now. Aunt Lucy's a bitch.