TITLE: BLACK FOG
Every bone in my body warned today would be the start of many regrets. Nightmares of a black fog shredding me to mere atoms devoured my sanity. I grasped for normalcy and drove to school, wanting to return home before I’d even left the house. After arriving, I stood in front of my locker, feeling him stare at me…again.
“Somebody’s crushing. Look how he watches you.” Tara said, batting her lashes his direction.
“You’re impossible. Stop ogling,” I barked, smearing gloss across my chapped lips. He watched.
“Come on Raeni, let me set you two up.” Tara paused while contemplating. “But you can’t talk about your stupid nightmares. No one likes hearing about death.”
“If you weren’t my best friend, I’d choke you right now.”
“Grouchy?” Tara’s mouth went crooked. “You need to socialize. You’ve been withdrawn since last year. I still can’t believe you quit cheerleading.”
“Believe it.” I hesitated, his glare pierced my personal space. “Why does he always watch me? It’s creepy.”
“Shush. He might hear you,” Tara snapped.
I peeked over my shoulder at Anath’s model physique. Strong arms swooped through the straps of his backpack as he walked toward me. Dark curls caressed high cheek bones and his brown eyes locked onto mine. His lips parted. After two months of transferring to Elverado High, he was finally going to speak to me.
My heartbeat quickened. I tucked my long hair behind my ear. Life in Southern Illinois looked less bleak, unless he found me crazy.