m and m, part 1.

BY: DALLAS R JOWEDA, FOR THE COMPETETION.

#1.

he grabbed the bag of m&m's, trying to rip it open, though the ends were slippery and his greasy hands could not rip them apart. He tried and this went on for 15 seconds until he sighed and brought the bag to his teeth, biting on the right end and ripping it apart, touching his aching tooth which had a preexisting cavity. he grabbed the piece of candy and launched it into his mouth, making sure to bite and chew with his left side. 

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he adjusted his baggy sweater in the mirror, looking at the dried up crumbs near the corners of his mouth, he lazily wiped it off and slapped his cheeks, smiling at himself.  The boy was 16 years old, about 6 foot tall and weighed 155 pounds, rocking long black hair and a thin detached goatee, barley bothering to shave the lazy stubble surrounding his sun kissed skin. he sighed into the mirror, staring at his bloodshot eyes, the idiot did not get any sleep last night, he was too busy watching the latest anime, pondering and yearning after why he did not talk to any girls, and why he had been lonely since he was a child, but of course, the sulking idiot he had no idea his whole personality was being an off filter jackass, only to impress and make his friends laugh.

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his dirty black shoes stepped on each pavement block only once, and that was the rule, and he hopped from each slab to the one in front, barley noticing the overpriced energy drink he had bought that morning spilling on his pants. once he was done this game (the game finished one kilometer away from school) he started to walk normally, sipping on his sweet peach tea rehab monster, looking at the trees and the morning traffic. of course, instead of being in love with the beauty, he was moping and sulking why a girl had not walked with him, and why no girls at his school ever seemed to speak with him. He ruffed and mumbled as he stomped by.

"fucking whores..." bitter. "its cause I don't have a car, those fucking hoes." sure buddy. "I cant compete, I'm beautiful and funny but I don't have a car and these stupid sluts only fuck older guys who have cars and than cry they got groomed, fucking idiots, I hate women" Jesus Christ. And of course, his mind only agreed with him, sharing a soft 'amen.'

he walked into class and sat down, earbuds in, "hey nineteen" Steely Dan, he thought about his dream.

'I want to live in an anime' in all honesty, he did not hate the world, but he wanted to live in a fantasy where he could be a hero, live without any worry, where he could do whatever, he did not want to be just himself. He had ideals and dreams,

slaughtering a villain, fucking his crush saving the world, the things that made him happy. He knew he was incredibly smart and funny and beautiful, but...

'why don't I deserve it' that had always been on his mind, and to himself, he seemed like the perfect protagonist.

he looked to his friend and made an abortion joke after noticing the fetus slideshow on the screen, laughing loud and not noticing the dirty stares of the xx near by, he truly was oblivious.

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lunch came by and his parents texted him, asking what he was doing for lunch, he ignored their texts, smoking in a park nearby.

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as the day ended, he lied in bed, ready for his daily nap, but before he took off his shorts and threw them on the ground, looking around his proud room.

CDS, movies, posters, a huge desk and clothes everywhere. Large speakers in the corner, mascots and huge flags of various countries, all surrounded by a baby blue room.

'I have the coolest room ever...' black, grey, blue, vinyl's, and than... gold?

his eyes turned towards the yellow haze one more time, an old teapot his grandpa had given him,

'what... it was copper when he gave it' he approached the teapot, as it only got brighter, the dark night suddenly turning into day.