Dear John

Dear John

Here�s 80 bucks to buy stuff for your room. Hope you and Amy have a good day at school. She�ll warm up to you just wait.

Sincerely Corey May.

I chuckled and crumbled up the note. �Ya she�ll open up to me�Bullshit.� �Who are you talking to?� Amy asked as I turned around. �No one just thinking aloud.� I said. �talking to yourself?....Another sign of a fucking Psycho.� She grabbed a cup and poured her coffee and mixed the cream and sugar. When she had her back turned I spit in her cup and looked away. Amy pushed me out of her way and grabbed her coffee and drink it all down. �Did you like that?� I asked. �Why the fuck do you want to know?� spat. �I just wanted to know if my spit tasted good or not.� She look at me wide eyed. �That�s what you get, now cut that Psycho shit out.� I said going upstairs and grabbing a pair of shirt boxers and a shirt for gym. Miss May kept my school schedule on the fridge.

Amy and I left the house at the same time as me but she walked ahead of me. Almost jogging. I didn�t care. I put on my iPod put it on full blast. And jammed out to Breaking Benjamin and enjoyed my walk. But I did have to keep up with her sometimes to not get lost on the way to school. But I did lose her once. And I did get lost. By the time I got to school I missed first period but it was time for my second period Gym. I saw the gym but they didn�t specify with the locker rooms. There were just two silver doors. One was the men�s locker and one was the women�s locker. I didn�t know which was which. I spotted a guy in an Eminem t-shirt getting ready to leave the gym. I jogged to him and asked him which one was which.