"thanks for finally rejoining us miss rose". said Winston our teacher, Winston may be our only most unrespected teacher ever and that is not a opinion. nobody recognizes him as a figure of respect, even his student refuse to call him by name not even a mister. 

   "niny for sleeping in class detention". he shouted before the bell rang

he turns around tho look for me but i'm already gone

   "where did she go" he shouted in anger.

all the other students began leaving. i was already on my way home when Comen caught up to me. she is a young strawberry blond she is very tall and taller than me and her eyes are very deep blue. shes my best and only friend. also shes like so directionally challenged she makes teleporting look easy.

   "Ninny its was mean of you to leave me behind in the classroom" she wines with a pouty face.

 "did it ever occur to you I wanted some alone time" I looked back at her with a blank expression

she comes up from behind hugging me then resting her head  on mine 

"yeah i did but If that were true I wouldn't catch up to you" she says acting all smug. as always she reads me so well. the to of us continued walking from the school the weather was cold and dry, it felt like fall was making a statement. the grass was pal the trees were changing, which mad me think more about that deviant me from deep inside. we didn't get to talk much yet i wanted to talk more.

"hey Ninny why do you choose to give Winston a hard time?"  Comen asks in hopes of drawing my attention. she then picks up her pace to move in front so as to make sure of it, i place my thumb and index finger on my head giving it thought.

"I just don't see him as someone worth effort." my words were honest yet. clearly felt painful. 

"thats sad considering I think he likes you" the comen spoke of it  she was clearly convinced it was true.

"ffirst gross, second I'm 11 that's illegal, third I'm almost certain hes gay."  comen looked surpised from m mentioning that. 

"how are you sure?" was her first question.

" I did some predigging back when first came here just in case" was my answer 

"okay..." she was saying before Interrupted her 

"lets stop talking about this look their is my house" was my attempt at changing the subject. from their i run up the poorly cared for lawn to a two story house. then wave bye to comen then proceeded to open the door. when the door swung in the first thing that greets me is brown wall paper followed by my dad on the phone, not wanting to hear what he has to say i push forward to the stair which lay before the entrance. once up the stairs my room is the fist door straight. upon entering the room the first  thing to notice is the purple and boy did i take it in as i slammed my door.

next was the messy floor which got worse with the addition of my shoes and socks plus my backpack. then finally the thing that ties it all together the pillows and overs on my pal sheets this is my place of comfort a.k.a my room.

its been a long day and boy do I want to unwind I stretch my legs arch my back and let out a huge moment as the tension shoots out.

"I hate to ruin a moment but e still have things to discuss..............