Death's Whispers
Luck....or Fate Perhaps?
The next day, I hand in my I AM poem. Ugh...I hate school. I'm not smart enough to be in AP or Pre AP classes but I am. The bell rings. Thank fucking Satan. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a Satanist or anything. No, I am, in fact, an apatheist. That means that I'm apathetic towards God, that I do not see how he has any relevance in my life. I fucking despise God, the bastard.
I put my headphones in and start blasting Asshole by Ronnie Radke. I love this song because it has two of the most influential people in my life singing in it, Ronnie Radke and Andy Biersack. I wish I could go to Warped Tour and see them. This year on Warped Tour, they have a lot of bands that haven't previously been there before. I already have more than enough money save for a regular ticket but I'm trying to get enough for a V.I.P. pass. I only need two more dollars. I have money stashed away at my house for band merch. plan to ask my mum for money to buy food, drinks, and band merch. So, hopefully, she'll give me a hundred dollars. I already have a hundred saved for band merch.
I gaze down at my feet as I'm walking. I see something green in a pile of leaves. I kneel down and shift through the leaves. OH my fucking Fuck! It's a fifty dollar bill! I look around to see if anyone is looking for it. No one's near. I guess it's mine. I run the rest of the two miles to my house as if the hellhounds are nipping at my feet. I log onto my laptop and order the tickets. I choose money order. I mail in the money. I can't wait for my tickets to come in. I bgo to sleep, actually estatic for the first time in a long time.
Notes
Yeah...it's really shitty I know.
