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Just a Prank

What scares me most was his smile. His proud mischievous smile, like he knew something I didn’t. Like it was all a big joke, and when I noticed I would start laughing along. I don’t know how long he was doing it; it might have been the whole time. But he seemed to find it so amusing that I didn’t catch on right away. That Cheshire cat grin, the look he gave me when I realized, the way he must have laughed when I ran. All those things scare me more than what he was doing. Because it was all a big joke to him, whether he caught me or I escaped, he had reached his goal. And it didn’t matter to him that he scarred me; that my whole life had been unhinged. That when I close my eyes that’s all I can see; that I have too see a therapist. I could tell in him smile that I was just another victim, and that’s what worries me the most.





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airclestarow said...
Jun. 26, 2009 at 8:51 pm
this is good willy!!!
i think you should submit the one about the bruised girl
 
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