Chapter 4 4

Morning arrives quickly. Soon I take up myself into a grave of stupid illogic letters.

I get up in a rage of incredible and flinch in peculiar dress till the start of knees. I fake up to my hair in haste and hurriedly join a quick bite of a slice of bitter jam and a sauce "Don't know the name ".I carefully remove trails of it from my teeth and raw lips of winter.

I haven't yet looked at my pernickety and nicked face, turning harsher wind by wind, smashing onto my surface. I run out of room and bolt to the classroom. Reeling from time to time, crashing to almost everybody, and behaving innocently, I adore that part of sauntering.

"Sorry..."

I apologize.

I run as much as I have to.

I breathe as much as I don't want to do.

I die in one track of losing-winning perverts.

The track ends right before my eyes. My ordinary blue-white strapped jacket fills with air. I look like a cock, reckoning hardness and conspiring big dreams about the entirety.

I become ready, but my censure of dismissing, allows me to go crazy, you know ?!

I rush inside and look at bizarre faces, have been predestined. Professor sincerely looks beastly and tough, my rage to not to lose control, slightly begins to upload.

"Sorry, didn't mean to..."

I haw.

"You may enter, miss! The last time in your lifetime, another time, you are on vacation! " he points out to a little bag by the end of the hall. Big hall, I mean. It is luggage of going for serious run-away. I feel rasped, but not because of him, cause of my stupid, inaccurate "Timeout", willingness to learn everything...And...

I stagger lazily to the seat next to Ayla, goggled, eye-dazzled. Her hair is unleashed and looks blonder than any time.

...Fucking dreams to put me in a coma.

"Are you ok ?" asking me, Ayla.

"I am good, enough...Good" I answer in a strong voice.

"Do you have flu ?"

"Hope, it is no end to me "I reply perseveringly.

Tests are being submitted hand by hand. I pick up the white sheet and the nasty paper of questions. I start sucking carefully pen's tip, nervously before prof. Does his every-semester speech of...

"You may now begin! Good luck! "

I tart writing answers down. I feel running mind and a pencil, jotting down enormous, meaningful words of blue ink. My hands are already, as in every test-taking, above my head. It is my way of showing merciness and kinda...Lack of protection...

Time starts ticking, bravo to me...

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I have ended the test at a quick pace, the only march I am doing now is roaming between weird hallways, a shiny day is outside. I get out as soon as I attach to Ayla on a single bench, staring at a beautiful view of new york city and scribbled walls covering us in shadow.

Ayla seems hangover and she is drinking a huge portion of energy juice.

"You want ?" asks, I undoubtedly say :

" A sip? " I require some of the addictive drops. I sip it and wrinkle my eyes, furrow brows in disgust, and shine eyes and lids in gas.

"I wish this could be the last thing we do! You know why ?" I nod for no, legs up to one another and arms crossed, hair wandering off strange inches of bunch shadowy places.

"We would do nothing and only stare this big, untouchable skyscraper without even fucking for other deals...

" ...Which is what we are not supposed to do, right??? " I add.

"Yes, why us god? "

"He won't answer, whilst stood on that pace and greeding others' greatness..." add-in interruption.

She gazes drunkard and laughs, satirically.

"Sometimes you look like a philosopher, you know? Those big ids', mocking people' asses..."

I laugh and show a light smile to her clutching formula.

" You fucking kidding, I hate this life, professor Dumbledore, this place, and everything else."

She stands up and begins behaving sillily, she makes a good posture of clowness, teasing atmosphere of stone and solid hearts are melting into fun. She though appears to be so happy and free. I laugh, everyone looking, is laughing.

"Let's dumb this shit-place, we're not prisoners! We are what we fucking wanna be!

"What are you doing Ayii ?" she jumps up to her territory and throws her can and bag on the ground.

She comes towards me and jollifying, holds my palm in a dancing vivacity.

"Stop it, you are hurting me !!!! I LIKE never before tickle, feel happier, and laughing. She pets my isolated spirit and uncovers my jolly.

That entire hour of pretty outrageous routine mellows and turns oddish afterward. Beyond brakes, I cheer her for further moments we never dare to give up from succumbing. Sometimes, we kneeled, cried about "First-year boys" we thought we had, but still, we are here before people's rascality, showing that little light with big difficulty.

We laugh.

We make fun.

Besides anomalies, we stand up proud and way too blissful.

" Come on, release my hair! I will kill you, Ayii "

"Lou, I so want me to see while you kill me, impossible, so enjoy it! "

Hahaha...

" I am no silent ‟ I speak underneath.

I laugh out loud, playing those kiddy tricks again. That is a habit to never change. Climbing together on a slice of edge bench and a part of our blisters making big fun of them. Strange perfumed places and busty, soulless skyscrapers oppress the little inches of a smile.

⁕⁕⁕unsecurely I shall say goodbye to this once and for all !!!

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( David POV )

"Morning to me, why am I wearing that above my chest !? What has happened that quite don't know ???"

I pick up the ends of thin ribbon upon my nipples, dried and scattered, nonetheless, I prepare myself in just a quick 1 hour. Phone ticks and chiming gets me up in grant. The reward I open it and hum several times.

Cly is on phone, my stepdad that years ago before I could be 3, he adopted me in his empiric kingdom of liedom and figures of money-dom. I was learned to compress others in no logical sense, I was told to do as they advised me to do, I time to time was sent to the abyss, but fortunately figured a way of how to survive on my own.

Shit things never stop terrifying your life.

" Hello! " I haw, as seeing myself in front of bedroom's red-lipsticky walls attracting my attention lameness time to time. I bite my lips and await his speech.

" You were woken up now? I told you to visit the campagne place at 9 am, you will fuck up everything we've planned so perfectly..."

" I will stop doing that, I am no robber of you !" I hang up, pissed off and my scar on my forehead turns wrinkly. Mirror breaks as soon as I shut down my anger and crash cell on the bed, rancorously.

I am naked, towel off my belly and barefoot hurry to inside. I see red dots around my bottom, appearing up close to my ass and bizarrely escalating my spine's inches. Water elevates my anger down and occurs effect my hair.

" I am no silent " I hesitate barely breathing and hardly trying to finish off Lovelace curvy lippy trails out of my body. Neatly unashamed I pass by the hallway and put on some chic clothes, a black shirt, and some dolce shoes, I see blurry on this sunny day, thanks to Cly, I am no longer fucking belonged to this unmeaningful universe, just a piece of its keyhole. One of the numerous I must say.

Packed in the pace of limitlessness, I button the ripped holes and tie them up for a going-out.

I walk straightly and clearly to the outside of the temple building, 34th street and something clutches my heart rates, it doesn't look beating like ever before, it is senseless and non-stop. I shake hands to mine and sip with some prideless mili-liters of water a pill.

I suffer from the continuous nerve-wreck disorder. Let's say every day I am caught by a seizure. I now await for the right minute to let these rates go deceased.

Approved I now walk through the underground to the original, black that Mercedes Benz. I rush to get in nad haste shines up a delicate thread of charm, stringing down on the ground. Before the car's lights, I discern an ordinary wristlet, a silver one. With some stiffening butterflies on the peculiar corners. I hold it in my palm and breathlessly grab it onto my chest pocket. I start reminiscing yesterday in a cloud of empty thoughts.

I start engines and leave no traces in 120 km per hour. Clenching teeth and thinkingggg...

[authors pov]

Roads are hectic and only some pathways are empty, silent, and that way I see my heart crashing like waves, dangerous ones. In silence, I sound like a paper, unwritten, but a paper with a story promised to go on. Luna walks unattentive before walls and beholds craziness like an artifact. The sky IS like a museum and little straps, junks of rejection. She closes down the gate and moves smoothly down the avenue, thinking. She inhales the same air, man would like to breathe in.

Noisy beeps start seeping through mid-avenue, mid-lines where...

Luna fucking POV

I am stepping prudently, sucking the lowest quality of the sun, but still, I listen to vibes.

I am late for work. Phone calls don't stop, I say stop, but never do they conclude like an ice cream melting like a marshmallow, down fingers holding it? I liked fun to be a good paragraph of the beginning, but pulpy fruit is a pear of nothing, never tried before. My desire is dispersing like cancer or a scorpion pinching poison inside my body. It is devilish.

I now want to hold my palm on the sweet man's hands, sweat-free I enjoyed looks too addictive to come through this way to me.

I hear beeps approaching, insanely I walk towards it.

I step closer.

I pound like a dancer on the dance floor. A striper, stripping down shame, my head down, taunted I put down a great bliss on my lips.

Beautifully amazed, captured from rays to the brick -avenue, I juxtapose a terrible thunderstorm to lighten my causeway, as a bridge to my man. The phone rings again. I carefully draw it out, in an unbelievable, blithering min' I am fucked literally...

Cell drops stupidly on the dry, snowy frozen water gap. I hunch before acceleration :

" Protectorship, man is here, fury like a rascal! " I add into my mind.

Brakes powered. A loud voice and blank ink just crash me on the bare ground. I blackout lastly listening to a sweet tune, piercing through my ears :

" Damnnn, fuck, are you okay? Answer me, please !"

Holding me under his crescent shadow and sweet gasp upon my face. He bears me on strong, curvy hands, I breathe unconsciously. My thorax dispatches heart as a robber, which is roaming for an escape because of...A reason, kind of it...

...Don't know!

" Hello, Lu! Hello, hello! " Nokia is desperately talking to Daniel, screaming out in panic.