First message
I leave band practice with my bandmates. It was lunchtime. I head out the exit of the school, the cool breeze hitting me instantly. Winter was coming, the clouds leaving the sky looking grey.i pull out a cigarette, lighting it with a lighter.The warm fire a contrast to the cold air. I wait in our spot beneath the bleachers. And I wait for her. I wondered where she was.Talking to her friends, football players, ex boyfriend, the whole school loved her. But so did I.