Do not take it personal if your name comes up here, you inspired it. But does not mean it relates to your life. Easy to read. I know I suck at writing, but I wanted to make an attempt and publish this story/idea.
"A Beautiful Lie" is a beautiful/emotional song. Enjoy and review please.

R E G R E T

It was the first Wednesday of October, October 1st to be exact. I was wearing my least favorite black skirt with my green and black striped tights, my combat boots and my black Paramore hoodie. The morning was awful, an omen on the rise. It was raining frogs and snakes, not too hard but enough to get you wet in a couple of minutes. The sky was painted a dark charcoal color, looking the opposite of day. I was the first one at school, feeling a bit embarrassed but trying to ignore the stares coming from the main office. I hated being early, but I also hated being late. My mother Lindsay once told me if I didn’t want to be late for school anymore, it was up to me to drag my ass on time. So every morning I have to walk around 10 minutes to get to school. Which is fine with me, that’s my work out of the day. Passing lockers and curious, surprising stares, I headed straight to the restroom, waiting for anyone else to come.

I was in the middle of adding eyeliner to my eyelid, when my cell phone vibrated. A text this early? I thought. I immediately checked and it was from Casey, my best friend. In our freshman year, everyone thought we were dating. We hung out together all the time, and it was ridiculous how much we had a common. Two weeks and we shared lockers. Shared money, shared secrets. Our parents met at Open House, 2 years ago. My father really liked his mom, but we thought it was gross to think of them as a couple. We’re not sure why, maybe because they’re grownups already.

2 mins until I get there. Meet me at the cafeteria would you :)?

Casey is a year older than me, making him 17. His father left his mother 2 years after Casey was born, replying he was sick of a baby and wanted to be free. Daliah, Casey’s mom, never seemed to care and raised Casey all by herself. It was hard to talk about parents, and it’s something we never brought up. Casey knew my mother had died of lung cancer, when I was only four.

I walked slowly to the cafeteria, feeling glad students were starting to arrive. I spotted Brandon, Luis, Chelsea and some other sophomores, hanging around by the entrance door. Jose, Valerie and Victoria by the first table in the cafeteria, and finally Casey entering the exit door. He hugged me awkwardly, realizing he was wet from the rain. I gave him a smile of approval and followed him to the nearest table.

As we sat, we noticed Daisy coming up to us, with an annoyed look.

“What’s up with you? You look like someone just farted on your face” Casey laughed and I seconded. Something about us weirdos is the potential to brighten someone’s day with a nice comment. Or so Casey says. “Nothing bitch, I just remembered we had algebra homework and I didn’t do it”. We looked at each other motionless, as we remembered how we forgot too.

The day went on as usual, boring and confusing. Lately we’ve been having tests and quizzes like mad animals, as if the world were to end tomorrow and we wouldn’t have any other day left to take a test. Then lunch time came and Casey, Daisy and I sat at our usual lunch table in the cafeteria. Knowing how much it hurt me, I brought up Jude.

“He keeps starting at me sometimes. It’s a creepy look. I just don’t understand if he likes me back or not...” I started complaining, staring at Daisy’s bored face. I realized how much of a pain I was being, talking about someone I would never have a chance with.
Jude has been my crush, no love, since the beginning of the year. He has all the qualities of my dream guy, and even though I have never spoken to him once (Except that time he held the door open for me and I said “Thanks”), I think we share something. I don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say “love” because honestly, he’s all I ever think about. He appears in my dreams, day and night. My stomach makes the funniest reactions when our eyes meet, and my knees feel the weakest when I pass right next to him. Call it love or not, I want him. I want him in the most innocent, purest way, to the naughtiest, sexiest, dirtiest way.

So I decided to shut my mouth about it, and took a bite at my pizza. Daisy usually doesn’t sit with us during lunch, she’s always in lunch detention. So today was one of those days were Casey and I couldn’t talk about how our lives were going since Daisy was there, and she wasn’t much of a friend now. Not after she confessed to Natalie how bad Casey was crushing on her. He has been giving Daisy the silent treatment since then. It also made me feel anxious to talk about Jude in front of her. Even though she’d apologized to us and sworn she wouldn’t do it again, the loyalty and trust was somewhat broken. We resumed to our daily schedules, until the end of the day came. I couldn’t be more glad I was going home already. Until Casey reminded me we had an assignment due the next day, which required printing out papers. Casey is also like my human calendar. He keeps me up to day with gossip, concert dates, due dates and more. Okay, now I’m sounding like an advertisement.

“Camilla, are you staying?” Casey asked, as he handed me a bag of Flamin’ Hot Funnyons he’d saved from lunch. “I guess” I answered with my mouth full, and ran to catch up to him, heading to the library.

Books fascinate me. Not the autobiographies or non-fiction books, but the ones with interesting, illusory characters and stories. The ones with sad and unfair endings. The ones where the protagonist lose, and make me want to plug my hair out. Just different books. It seems like I’ve read all the books in this library, but I didn’t want to check some out in the local public library, I owed two books since two summers ago.

As we entered the library, I threw away my trash and sat at the corner table at the very end of the library. The table was covered in anime and comic books cut outs, protected by clear tape. I watched and somehow the library seemed packed today.

There was Ms. Goe sitting behind her desk and the book drop, Orlando going through some magazines Ms. Goe was giving out, Roxanne in the science fair book section, Casey in the first computer by the entrance door, and other kids reading and talking constantly at their table.

It was five minutes before 5pm, when I first heard it. I thought someone had fainted or dropped 20 books to the floor at the same time. Or maybe Casey went on addictinggames and was playing that shooting game of his. But I was wrong.

I heard and saw two teachers and Ms. Goe scream their lungs out, crying agonizingly. There were 5 men with black cloth on their faces, covering everything but their eyes, nose and mouth. Wearing all black clothes, each holding a gun, giving what seemed directions to each other. They closed the library doors, and turned the lights off. I panicked and squeezed under the small table, barely fitting.
What the hell? What’s going on? Who are you? Oh my God, we’re going to die! Help, help!
Everyone lost control of their minds and bodies. Others even tried going up to the masked men but only received a bloody nose in return.
I managed to look out the window, but no one was there. No students, teachers, or staff. Fear took over my body and I hid back under the table. I couldn’t spot Casey, the computer sit was empty. And then I heard his voice.
“Hey buddy, you got the wrong school. Creighton High? Seriously? Is this some sick joke?” What the fuck are you thinking Casey?! They’ve got guns, and not the ones we play with! During this time, I yearn for courage to go protect Casey. Really. But what could I do? Breaking my thoughts, I heard a gunshot and saw Casey drop to the floor. Then two, three gunshots, going everywhere. I covered my mouth with my hand and let the tears run down my face. The quietest noise and they would discover me, I thought. I could feel the bump in my throat, cutting my saliva circulation and making it hard to breathe. My effort to look for Casey failed, as soon as I realized that all I could see was his once beautiful face, covered in dark red, dry blood, so I quickly turned away. Hurt and devastated, I tried looking at their faces, if that was going to be the last thing I did. I tried focusing on their mouths first. One had really yellow teeth; the other had some kind of mole or dark dot right under his lip, nothing special about the others and neither of them with mustache. The eyes came next, but they were all brown and their noses had almost the same characteristics.
My thoughts were pleading for help and my life somehow felt to be worth nothing. I closed my eyes and let guilt and pain fill my heart. I don’t know why today I even bother to come. But I regret doing it. I regret having to be a nerd and having to stay after school to finish up homework. I regret being so quiet all the time and never having the guts to confess my love for Jude. I regret not doing anything after my best friend Casey was killed. If I was going to die today, I wished I’d die doing something I was to be proud of. Hiding under a table, watching your best friend die wasn’t it.
Suddenly, the yelling stopped and I heard one of the covered man chuckle.
“Ready?”
“I think so.”
I heard them leave, not sure where the amusement of the scene was. Silence was all that lingered Creighton High School now. I don’t think these guys had a clue what they were doing because if they did, they wouldn’t have left me alive.

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Yes yes I know DEPRESSING ;_; It kind of gave me an idea after my friend Daisy read the book “19 Minutes” and told me what it was about. Casey, I love you. Fictional character. Jude isn’t fictional though. Dammit. I revised it like half of it but then I got tired, so sorry for the typos and such. :D