PsychoticME

He sits by himself at his desk; a thin stack of paper watching with blank faces as he deftly folds their companions into smaller rectangles and shuffles them under his desk. The actions seem so robotic, meaningless, but his eyes are alight with childish excitement. You watch him from your side of the classroom, from over the edge of the cowboy hat the other kids snicker behind their hands at.You think to yourself that you've never seen such beautiful violet eyes or such adorable an expression as his./-You know being the new kid in school is not easy, and you try your best to fit in. But your usual tactics – being loud, enthusiastic and bas...

E is for EcchymosisRomina's arms instinctively lashed out and she struggled to remove the hands clasped around her face. But the figure looming above her somehow managed to dodge her attacks all the while pressing her cheeks insistently."Romina!" her eyes shot open to find her face staring down at her: her sister with years of experience evading her half-conscious defense.As soon as she realized the hands around her face were her sister's, Romina sighed in relief, and immediately kicked the momentarily unguarded Felicia aside. "Gerrof me!" she tried to stand up, only to be pulled down by her sister. Felicia put legs on either side of her a...

C is for ConundrumFrancis Bonnefoy sat on the cracked tiling with his back to the aging stonewall of the school building, waiting in the afternoon heat for his beloved to arrive. He would much rather be in the air-conditioned auditorium getting ready for practice, but he had had half an hour to spare before his co-curricular activity started and he had asked his girlfriend to meet him at the back of school before he went off. The month of not seeing her was too much to bear.However, ten minutes had already passed and his beloved, never one to be late, was nowhere in sight. There was, however, a chance that the stuck up Arthur had not giv...

Romina Vargas sat at the back of the class where the teacher couldn't see what she was doing, which was good because most of the time, she wasn't paying attention in class.Like how she was now.Her notebook was open in front of her, and she was busy scribbling down things: new techniques and colour palettes, and reminders to do her long overdue homework. As she was writing down how to best minimize a blush, her mind wandered to the student she had bumped into in the hallway, with his dumb smile and corny pickup line, and her cheeks started to burn again.The teacher paused in her explanation of how volcanoes formed, and asked sharply. "Is an...

A is for AntonioAntonio Fernandez Carriedo sat on the front steps of his block of apartments, waiting in the chill morning air for his friend to arrive. He himself was 10 minutes late, but his friends were always later so it didn't matter. He was cheerfully whistling a flamenco tune along to the birdsong when his ears caught the telltale purr of an engine and instinctively, he leapt up and retreated to the relatively safer patch of grass next to the front steps.No less than a foot where he had been previously sitting was a flashy red and blue Citroen DS. A blonde head was poking out of the driver's window."Francis!" Antonio called out, wav...