I am 14, by the way.
A Katy Perry song blared from the speakers of the convertible as it pulled into the car park of South Beach High, before coming to a stop in the first available space. Sixteen year old Alice pushed her sunglasses up into her blonde hair, before turning to look at Munro.
“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”
She didn’t even have to say her name for Munro to know who she was talking about. Staring out the window, he picked at a loose thread on the sleeve of his jacket. Outside, raindrops pelted the pavement, hammering down on the roof the car and the windshield, landing on his skin through the slightly open window. It was an overcast day, the perfect match to his mood.
“Of course,” he said. “How can I not be?”
Alice sighed. She was getting tired of this routine. Even when Munro was right beside her, it was like he wasn’t even there. She, of course, knew about Honey, the girl Munro had dated the year before. It was common knowledge her death had had a massive impact on him, but while she had tried to understand, it was becoming harder and harder. Munro refused to see that the constant blowing off counselling appointments and disregard to help meant he was making things worse for himself.
“Munro, it’s been a year. You’ve got to get over her death.”
He knew she was trying to understand, but she would never be able to. She had him on a pedestal, like he was this perfect boy, but after what had happened that night, he was anything but.
“But it’s my fault she’s dead.”
A Katy Perry song blared from the speakers of the convertible as it pulled into the car park of South Beach High, before coming to a stop in the first available space. Sixteen year old Alice pushed her sunglasses up into her blonde hair, before turning to look at Munro.
“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”
She didn’t even have to say her name for Munro to know who she was talking about. Staring out the window, he picked at a loose thread on the sleeve of his jacket. Outside, raindrops pelted the pavement, hammering down on the roof the car and the windshield, landing on his skin through the slightly open window. It was an overcast day, the perfect match to his mood.
“Of course,” he said. “How can I not be?”
Alice sighed. She was getting tired of this routine. Even when Munro was right beside her, it was like he wasn’t even there. She, of course, knew about Honey, the girl Munro had dated the year before. It was common knowledge her death had had a massive impact on him, but while she had tried to understand, it was becoming harder and harder. Munro refused to see that the constant blowing off counselling appointments and disregard to help meant he was making things worse for himself.
“Munro, it’s been a year. You’ve got to get over her death.”
He knew she was trying to understand, but she would never be able to. She had him on a pedestal, like he was this perfect boy, but after what had happened that night, he was anything but.
“But it’s my fault she’s dead.”