You're someone you're not

After school I walked to art class. I dragged my feet with every step. Even though I'd already decided I was going to skip I'm not sure if the mere sight of the place will make me throw up. my stomach has been rather unstable the past couple of days.
I turned around the block corner and noticed a federal car. Just like the one that I saw the day I was told I'd won the art contest. That was nearly three weeks ago. Wow.
I wonder what the car is doing in this half run down strip mall but I dont really care.
If I were going to class I would be five minutes late. I sighed as I passed the staircase that led up to the art studio's entrance. No vomit. Score!
I strolled right past that stupid place and into the music store I'd spyed last time i was here. It was a little washed up but I could spend a half hour in here while my ma thinks I'm in class. They had some head phones set up in the back wher you could put in a cd and listen to it.They even had chairs. How perfect.
I found a smashing pumkins cd and plugged myself in. Everything reminded me of Frank. The guitar riffs, the misfits cds on the shelf in front of me, the protest flyers pinned to the front desk. ugh what is this boy. Less than a month ago I was perfectly content to waste my time doodling gnomes in class and not worrying about my future let alone enslaved people in third world countries. Now everytime I watch the news I wonder if Frank will have something to say about it.
God what happened. Sure I've had crushes before. Like in ninth grade when I had a crush on Sara Lawer. I used to draw pictures of her in all of my notebooks and I was crushed when she would'nt go to the winter formal with me. (before I realised that dances are lame) I moped for weeks. Oh but this is so much worse. So much feeling so quickly and the possibility that he may like me back. Before I knew I'd never have a chance Sare was a long legged volleyball player and i was chubby and covered in zits. But now... I dont know.
A man sat in the chair next to me. He wore a over sized hoodie. He looked homeless. He put in a Bruce Springstien cd and bonced his leg along.
I checked my phone. Almost four. Almost time to go. The man looked over my shoulder trying to get a look at the time.
" 3:54," I said to him. he nodded.
"Almost time," was his response I barely heard it. But I'm glad I did becuase if I hadn't I may not have been so compelled to follow him out when he upbruptly got up and exited.
It all ahpped so quickly. My eyes barely had time to focus. It was all instinct. THe man pulled out his gun. Then I saw him- Frank's dad, The president. He was walking out of the frozen yogurt store causally eating his sorbet. I knew that by the time his gaurds saw the man it would be too late. So I did it.
No ofcorse I didnt jump in front of the gun, that would be stupid. I tackled the man from behind. all of this happened in just seconds. Then there was a gun shot. I couldnt help but think maybe I was too late and Franks dad had gotten shot but luckily I saw the president being rushed into his car as I was falling down.
Soon gaurds were everywhere. Holding me down and the man like I didn't just save the presidents life. It was all just pure choas. And all I could think about was how frank would react to all of this.

Notes

ok wow it's been 9 fucking months. I'm a poop head. I'm sorry. I also am going to go back and fix some of the previous chapters bc wow I was not kidding when I said spelling errors. I'm not promising perfection but it's really bad rn.

on another note how are all of you?

again soo soo sorry im a poop