𝐓𝐡𝐞 growling of my stomach makes me think that I should scrounge up breakfast from the vending machine, but the comfortable spot I just wedged myself into begs to differ.
Just gonna have to heckle someone into throwing their Starbucks breakfast sandwich at me, I guess.
[ . . . ] # STARTER ⸻ “𝐈'𝐦 telling you, man, this is not your average, run-of-the-mill laziness. It’s… it’s biological incompatibility.”
The wheels of my skateboard bang and scrape against the narrow opening of my locker as I unceremoniously shove it inside, the ⤿
⤾ her as I approach with a sympathetic grin.
“Hey. If you’re thinking about making a run for it, I’d wait until between second and third period. They’ve got teachers patrolling the perimeter until about eleven. Or, uh, you could tell me what circle of hell they’re ⤿
𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐆:
—— 𖤐 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞.
And it's my whole heart deemed and delivered a crime; I'm on trial waiting 'til the beat comes out. 𝐖𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐨𝐰.ᐣ
[ . . . ] # SOLO ⸻ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 wheels of my board are the only thing keeping me attached to the planet. *Click-Clack, Click-Clack* they rattle over cracks in the sidewalk, and the sound vibrates straight up into my teeth, making my words wobble as they leave my mouth. ⤿
⤾back of her mom’s Honda and my palm itches with the temptation to wave… but I curb the impulse, turning my attention back to Jesse.
“You kidding? If anything, that car just proved it.”
“Proved what?”
I step off of my board and snag it, tucking it under one arm while ⤿