The woozy

A Chapter by freemago

A girl stumbled behind the bar, a guy helps out unwillingly and i am still trying to fit in this awkward chemical world. I feel a strong miscomfort in me, as if i was some kind of animal who shouldn’t have been there, but seemed like it was only me who actually realised. I wonder how many of these people feel like me? They all seem alright to me, do i look alright to them too? I both wanna blend in and be recognised, i am such a messy breathing conflict.

That guy approaches to me, handing me a beer showing me their table with a smile, i smile back and sit next to those guys in my history class. I knew all of them, i have spent quite a long time by examining some of them, and for some i only knew they hanged together with the others. I feel like leaving that place but i dont wanna go back home too,and i think i should start leaving the castle a bit as well .

The girl who took my notebook last day stares at me so focused i kinda feel disturbed so i checked what Lucca is doing and tried to get involved in. He got excited to finally have found someone who got interested in his drawings and started to explain the story behind his current work. He was doing some sort of story yet with using his pen for lines and metaphors.

He told me that there was that huge complicated road a very thin one, and a guy trying to walk on it and yet always falling into colorful holes around it. You could see his mood by his face and his body language, he had different feelings in each hole. I felt a little excitement in me and asked him if this was him. He stared a while blinked his eyes twice or thrice and he said he dont know. I told him not to worry, i also never knew if my characters in my writings were me or someone else anyway. He looked at me and smiled warmly, first time i saw him smile that warm, i understood that time that i was judged and accepted to his world, at least to some parts he needs to show to. At the end everyone needs someone to open up to right? He was no different than any of us, though i thought he is the one whom everyone admires to be.

-Why dont you come to Bizzare more?

I shook up with his question,

-Well i have things to do, i said.

-I know thats a lie.You dont come because you dont like it here, you only came because that girl insulted you in the class the other day.

I felt a sudden heat coming up to my face and eyes, but i replied quickly,

-No i have more important stuff than just hanging here thats all. I came because i thought it would be a difference.

-Alright then, why dont you come tomorrow’s party? We are going to have a black night party, if you are cool with it then just come tomorrow too.

I got angry at him, the hell on earth i dont ever wanna be at this place again but i said it once, i can’t turn back,

-Well, i can pass by i guess, i got to go now though, i said and grabbed my jacket, he stopped me holding my arm and told me,

-Cool, make sure you wear only black, see you at tomorrow’s party then, Cara.

What a pain in the a*s…

© 2014 freemago

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K. Payne

Make sure you capitalize the "i's". Usually when someone's saying something they use quotation marks (" ") instead of this : -. It'll make it easier to identify when someone is speaking to the reader.
Also, the things the narrator is saying is sometimes jumbled or inconsistent with whatever's going on. I was also having some trouble in figuring out where the narrator was and what exactly was going on.
-Kay