oncerned after she knocks on my door and sees me

eavy black liner. She looks like the type of person you don't want to meet in a dar

n one of those moods. You know how I get.” I say

ay with idiot?” She replies as she picks up a p

to apologize, but I blew him off

ok over at the mirror and notice the dark circles under my eyes. "Boy, I need to get some sleep." I mutter without

ter asking, I turn to her and stick my t

o you ask when it’s

ening the door to the cafeteria. Several of our friends are sitting at the table by th

holds onto my forearm tightly, forcing me to stop too. We stand there in the middle of the room and wait for her to make her

face, then he turns his attention solely to Shanna. “Well,

owing her and when she finally snaps out of it, she tries to leave. Stopping

r one has the guts to talk about it. I guess it’s up to me

yes, he shakes his head and replies, “No, nothing I can think of. Doing somethi

er go anywhere, especially when she is about to get a date with the love of her life. After having a serious crush on J

es me a dirty look. However, she does finally ask, “What do yo

getting together, and they asked me to come over. Do you want to come with? I can pick you u

line for food. As I wait, I scan the room and watch my friends stare at Shan

ots, then lasagna. Pointing to the mashed potatoes, the server plates it up and then hands it to me so piping hot that I

their conversations. “What was all that about? I notice

will stop daydreaming about him all the time. I really worry about

oing to start in fifteen minutes, and I still have to grab my books and get there. Scarfing down

king around, I try to stay awake by counting the white tiles in the ceiling as Mr.

y reply while staring me down, knowing full well that I wasn’t payin

s. Smith. Tomorrow, try to pay more attention to my lecture.

at it’s dark out and there aren’t any stars. I hurry along, but before I know it I hear a noise behind me. Sca

and up. Starting to run again without looking back, I reach the door to my hall and feel a tugging on my sh

umping and almost in tears, I open the door to the hall and make my way to my dorm room. N

. For no reason at all, I feel really depressed like I just lost someone and start to cr

f when I was 12 and for the longest time I couldn’t ever cry. After several years in therapy, I managed to become somewhat norm

ually saddened and a tear cascade down my cheek. When it lands on my brother’s face, the tear starts to move

here? If you are, please let me know somehow.” I have heard that on Halloween the veil between the

ration on my door decides to move it’s arm straight up, right in front of me. If it had m

throat and I jump up so fast, that I don't know I have it in me. I dash down the hall to