The Feeling Was Always Mutual, But Something Unknown Always Stopped Us. Part 1

When I first looked upon her, she was sitting on her own huddling on a low bench with her face in a book.  She was quite quiet and withdrawn.   and It was evident to me that she had gone through some form of trauma. People said she was strange but I thought she was an evil angel waiting to spread her wings.  I wasn’t not far from the truth. I was fascinated at the prospect of knowing someone as messed up as I was - in a Christian high school.   and I took it upon myself to get to know her.  It was evident to me that I was more than just smitten by her from the very beginning. For this story my best friend shall be named called Fiona.

As Fiona emerged out of her shell she was everything I had suspected: a twisted sense of humour, playful, caring, quick to smile and devilish.   yet could pull off the Her look of, “It wasn’t me” look that just made makes me melt. We were fast friends and we were soon spending as much time as we could around each other. We would talk for hours about on everything - our passion for music, the arts, and penchant for the macbre horror , and as well as our hatred disdain of people in general.  We hated the society, the religion, the laws; our parents, and everything else. But Of course, our favourite thing to do at that time pastime, was to playing mind games with teachers and fellow students.