Scared

July 30, 2009
By lusciouslucius BRONZE, Lake Peekskill, New York
lusciouslucius BRONZE, Lake Peekskill, New York
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Face bright red,
he wanders over
Never reaching us
I scream and scream
telling them not to ask him to come over
They do anyway.
I'm going to kill them.
The whistle blows before he arrives,
and I run like the wind,
Out
out

out
Jumping into the bathroom,
and right back out,
right in front of him.
I'm dead.
Dead,

Dead.


dead....
A walking corpse, if you will.
Hey, maybe I am a vampire after all.
Scared,

scared


scared.
Sweating, shaking, blushing, screaming
I'll tell him.
Monday.
I promise.



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