I’m the popular kid, always have been, I don’t know why people like me; they just do. Sure I’m attractive and all, but, I like to think it’s because of my personality. My friends constantly follow me around, complimenting me all while hanging on to every word I say. In fact, I usually give out all the dating advice; I’m a bit of a relationship expert; even though I’ve actually never been in a relationship; well not a serious one. I rotate my women like I rotate my diets, one week I’ll be dating some book worm the next I’ll be dating the captain of the cheerleading squad, what can I say life is perfect. My high school years so far have been the pinnacle of my existence and with the confidence that seems to grow stronger in my stomach I knew all would stay that way as long as I wanted it to, that is until I started hearing the most bizarre voices.
They were muffled at first; a mere whisper in sea of silence, in fact, I thought it could of just been background noise coming from some air unit. But, the sounds only got a bit louder each day until I finally I could make out the words.
It was during lunch, as usual; my friends circled around me listening to my latest tales on some date I had, I could see all the gleeful smiles as each and everyone of them remained completely enthralled in my story. That’s when I got a phone call, looking down at my…
