Snake With Blue Eyes
Well life sure has a funny way of changing on you suddenly and when you least expect it. Here is a story of this morning, another tale of my heartbreak I guess. Just like any other morning after I was dumped, I pull up and park my Chevy, grab my stuff and glance to where Connor started recently parking his truck. I guess his new girl Caitlyn is worth getting to school early for, because he is already here. I throw my backpack over my shoulder and walk with my head high into the building; I am not going to let him get the best of me today. I get my coffee from the coffee cart and walk down the wide hall to the cafeteria. When I walked in, my heart dropped. He's sitting next to her, her legs on his thigh just like I used to do. Her hands on his cheek, her eyes reflected in his cold, dead baby blues. Sometimes I'm sure that the icy blue color of his eyes reflects his soul: frozen and emotionless. Anyways, I sit down at the hick table as always, in the last spot left which hap