She has blonde fine hair, green eyes; lips are shaped exactly the way you would imagine perfect pair of lips to be. On a scale of 1-10 Mellissa is a 9.7. I cannot stop starring at her in calculus but she doesn’t like it. She tells the teacher to make me stop. Friday night football is going on. I find myself in the stands watching Andy play. But when he’s not playing I look down on the ground and see a rat take some garbage. I take my matches out of my pocket and one by one I drop them. The rats scurried away and came back. I dropped another match this time a bigger fire started and the rat didn’t come back. I was out of matches so I went home. In art class the teacher doesn’t seem to think I am drawing from the heart. What does she know I am perfecting my sigil. They don’t understand that you must perfect each line and the way you perfect it is by ding it over and over again. The art teacher made me put the sigil away and do something with clay. I did I flattened it and carved my sigil in it.
At 10:30 at night I like to go to the green way or belt of trees by Mellissa’s house. I sit in the crotch of an oak tree looking at her window. I count in intervals of 17 until she turns her light on. At 9,520 her lights go on. I see her talking on the phone and it looks like she was saying the word worm like she could see me. But she doesn’t. Back in my bedroom I tell Andy about it. He says I’m going to get caught
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