User blog:MichaelDiaz101/Michael's Final Year at Bullworth: Chapter 16

Michael stumbled out of bed, rubbing the sleep particles embedded in his eyes out. He looked over at the empty bed and felt a disgusting sensation in his stomach. Charles was gone, left, fled. Whatever happened it happened so quick.

One day they were simply hanging out, but Charles grew on the ire of everyone it seems and it ended in an altercation between Charles and Jimmy. Now Charles was gone, leaving a brief parcel debriefing his friends, and disappearing into the night.

Michael walked towards the grimey window, caked in dirt, and stared off into the night. Hoping to see his best friend standing there, smoking weed and laughing, writing his essays and having a good time. All he saw was the ever relevant darkness, the deep depression of clouded fog.

He climbed back into the bed, perching himself on the mahogany bed stand, he sat there for some time before he fell back. He was exhausted and yet he could not bring himself to close his eyes and succumb to the dream world. Before he could even join the evocative world of REM sleep the alarm clock on the stand was going off.

Michael tapped it, putting the thing to snooze. His body felt stiff, and he felt as if he were shrugged into a prison vest. His body creaked with every movement as he assembled his clothes and dressed himself accordingly.

Before stepping out the door he let out a long yawn and walked towards the school. When he arrived at the table they sat at it was devoid of a certain energy. Charles was gone, expelled from the group. Bradi and Jimmy sat with bitter resignation across their faces. They dug into their food, conversation not even a luxury. Michael sat down, quietly easing his way into their clique.

Soon Edgar joined and did the same. It was eerily quiet. Bradi and Jimmy didn't want to admit it but Charles was a provided item of the group. Each member had something that held them all together. With one gone the puzzle was severed.

TO BE CONTINUED!