2nd Story Draft

Clack, clack, clack. Heads turn, a path forms and disappears once she’s passed. Make way for the captain of the cheer leading team, the most popular girl in school. A toss of her long blond hair, a flashy white smile here and there, and an ever-present smirk on her face because she knows everyone wants to be her. She rounds the corner and her puppy dog teammates follow on her heels. Around another corner and the puddle of pink and priss penetrates the circle of jocks in their letter jackets. She looks around expectantly, and furrows her brow in frustration at not finding what she’s looking for. Her boyfriend, the quarterback, the guy everyone in school looks up to, wants to be or date, the ultimate cool guy.
“Where’s Jason?”
Nobody says anything, dead silence as everyone looks around trying to find him first, and so reap the reward of that brilliant smile being directed at one of them. But Jason was nowhere to be found that day, or that week, or that month. No one knew what had happened to him, where he was, or if he was even still alive. No one answered the phone when it rang through the seemingly deserted house. A piercing reminder that all was lost, a new star had to be found, and an aching heart had to replace a missing lover.

I am alone. There is no one here with me, the house is empty save a mattress and a cell phone and a small fridge. Everything is gone, sold for money to feed my need. Now there is nothing left, no money, no electricity, no heat, no clothes but what is already on my back, and no drugs. I shake in a cold sweat every night, alone, wild eyed and crazy. No one knows I'm here, no one knows that I'm alive, no on knows my secret, and so I hide. I was supposed to be the cool guy, the one that everyone looked up to, the big superstar, role model for the incoming freshmen of this college. but now I am reduced to nothing, I am worthless, and always have been. The only way I could be "cool" was to feed my cravings so that I wouldn't become what I am now, this huddled mass, this shell of a person. I came to this school on a football scholarship, which is by now void. I don't know when I started to run out of money, all I know is that one day it was gone, the bank revoked my credit card, and there was nothing in my account. That's when I started selling my belongings. Piece by piece until it was as though I had never been there, it looked the same as when I had first moved in at the beginning of my senior year. The phone by the mattress stopped working a few weeks ago, I guess my phone plan ran out. It used to ring non-stop in the beginning, constantly flashing "Belinda" or "Mom" or sometimes even "Dad", and once or twice "Rick" or "Carl", from the team. but i think everyone eventually gave up on me, and found a replacement, probably Rick, he used to be my best bud, he was a junior and Coach always said that when I graduated, Rick would become the quarterback for his senior year. I guess his dream came true early, although I wouldn't really know, I haven't left the apartment in almost three months, except to go out maybe once every two weeks to scrounge up some food somewhere. It's painful. Very painful.