Time Stamp: 1:15 pm. October 6th, 1998.
Location: Sixth Period, Chemistry Class
Obsession. What is the root of obsession? Why does this concept exist? Without obsession, life is nothing, because our will to live comes from obsession. An obsession to reign supreme and over rule everyone else. Obsession is the single most wasteful human activity, because with an obsession you keep coming back and back and back to the same question and never get an answer. Obsession is the domination of one's thoughts, fears, or feelings, a persistent idea, image, or desire...
So does Frank have an obsession? Because he keeps going back to Jamia thinking the results will be different, but they never are.
Or maybe they're both just insane...
No matter.
I walked into class just as the bell rang, and Mr. Slater handed me a folded slip of paper. I took it and walked back to Ray, still thinking of obsession. "What's the note say?" He asked. I shook my head, "None of your business, still."
I unfolded the note, keeping it away from Ray's prying eyes, and I began to read, or tried to at least. My mind kept going back to obsession.
"Dear Gee,
Thank you for at least giving me a nick name to work with, sorry for asking more then two questions, and thank you for your short rant about Mikey.
And why on earth was the baby stapled to the chicken?!
My views on you haven't changed, and I don't see why they would. I still think you're a good person, despite not actually knowing who the fuck you are. I think that maybe if your brother hadn't have left though, I wouldn't be writing this letter right now.
I don't know what it's like to have someone or something you love ripped away from you, because I live a pretty plain life. My mom walked out when I was really little, so I didn't know her, and my dad, well... I've never loved him, so I couldn't care less if anything happened to him, I know it sounds bad.
I also don't think switching is weird. It makes things fair, I think, though I wouldn't really know, because I, myself, and a submissive little fuck.
An obsession with a fictional character? Yes, I do have one of those. For the longest time I had an obsession with the Artful Dodger from Charles Dickens' "Oliver Twist". I liked him because he was crafty, and clever, and unafraid. I don't really have any other explanation then that as to why I like him, though.
My favourite colour? Well, that would have to be probably have to be malva, which is sort of a soft pink colour... it's really pretty...
Here are your questions; What is your favorite article of clothing? What is the first thing you notice about a person?
I really would like to meet you, Gee... Honestly, I think you're cool, and I've never even actually met you, which is impressive.
Sorry for the short letter. It took me awhile to think of a response, and then class was over, so here you are.
Tag, you're it.
~Love, Frankie".
Malva... huh... I'd have to look that up, later.
I looked up from the letter, and Ray was grinning like an idiot, "Are they like, love letters or something? Do you have a secret boyfriend?" The boy teased me. I punched him in the arm and he grunted, "Fine. I won't ask." He said.
I pulled out my paper and a pen before starting to write again. I wrote until the end of the period. I handed the note to Slater when the bell rang, and bumped into Frank again on my way out. He dropped everything, and fell over. Jamia, who was standing right behind him, darted out of the way, letting her little boyfriend hit his head on the floor, "Oh my god, are you okay?" I said, grabbing his arm and helping him to his feet.
Ray gathered all of Frank's stuff up, handing them to him.
Frank smiled, "Thanks you guys." He said, shyly.
We both nodded and walked out of the classroom.
Frank spoke to Slater, and the teacher handed him the letter I wrote to him. He smiled and walked away with Jamia, who was trying to get the note from him, "Stop it!" I could hear him shouting behind us.
"She's a crazy bitch." I grumbled.
Ray laughed, "Is that so?" He asked.
"Yes." I nodded.
"Alright, well lets get back to your house." Ray said with a smile.
Him and I walked back to my house laughing, and talking the whole time. He at one point shouldered me into a bush, but whatever.
We did this every day.

Notes

Okay! Here's your shitty chapter, you guys!