Another day at home

She looked outside through the window; she sighed and the window fogged.

"Why is everyone so happy?"

She was right. The youngsters outside were playing footbal or something like that. Others were talking with some chicks who wore too short skirts. One of them was chewing a gum, she was the "bee queen".

For the very first moment she saw them she started to hate them. Little useless brats. Little I'm-too-cool-to-talk-to-you. She felt stupid at the same time. Why am I so antisocial?

"You're not fucked"

She turned around and looked at him. He had just entered in her room, she hadn't listened him coming in.

"Society is"

He sat at her side and they both looked at the group of teenagers.

"I used to be like that, you know?", she gasped when he put his hand in her cheek.

"I'm glad you're not like that now", he said. She looked at him, at his green eyes. He smiled at her. "You look pretty tonight"

She blushed.

"Thank you"

They both smiled at each other, if life was fair they'd be the perfect couple.

But no one said that life was fair.

"I wish you were real"

His face faded in the darkness.

She saw him dissapear, and started to wonder, am I mad?

First post. I have no idea of what I'm writting about. It's not even good enough for a book. Maybe someone can use it...

Patricia