keep your eyes off my journal, or you'll spend the rest of your life an lawn ornament.
the first time i saw her, i had just joined the casketball scream and it was my first real practice. i remember because the fearleading squad just happened to be finishing up their own when we stalked in. she was talking to some of the ghouls. most of them were wailing over clawd, as if we couldn't hear them, and how lucky she was to be the ghoulfriend of the captain. i mean, sure, clawd's a cool dude. except something told me they didn't feel too lucky.
i would've just ignored it, you know? went on to run some drills, right? it would've been easy; yet, she had a moment of hesitation while answering... and maybe it's my imagination, but if i hadn't of been wearing these shades, i could've sworn that our eyes made contact in that moment. after that, she was all i could think about for the rest of the day. week, really.