PipeDreams

Andy's POV

The dredded Monday morning, walking to school is the second hardest thing in the morning. Hecklers in the street, this is gonna be exactly like last year, but this year I'm in something and I don't know what the hell I got myself into. One day I'm going to have tho learn to not get into this shit, also a girl that won't ever like me, and plus she's WAY out of my league, how could I even have a chance? Why would I think I ever had an chance, it's a dumb thought, to think I ever had an chance.

But hey the sea is the bigger percentage than land, and there are other girl that I'll fall for, but none of rueful would ever have them same cosmic eyes, the same crystal pure soul, the same mystical face, the same plump kissable red lips, the same mysterious ways. No one in the world will ever be like her, even if she's a killer, it doesn't matter she's all the same, with the perfectly curved body, skinny in all the right places, but perfect in every way.

In art class we were told to do what ever along as it's PG. I just started drawing a woman, that woman turned into the woman of my dreams, and in which my head shut off and I drew black angel wings, but then I redid the face so it wasn't smoke. The teacher would walk by me and look at me indisgust. I got hit with spit balls and every insult under the sun, well the fun of not getting noticed was great at lasted. Funny thing is Smoke wasn't in any of the classes, weird.

I closed the for to base behind me, everyone was there. Weird normally it's just me and Smoke for a while.
"Sit." Smoke commanded me so I did as told.
"Look we need a plan or a war bigger than this one is coming."

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