Stepping slowly down the hallways of the empty school, whispering softly to herself the notes she had to keep memorized. He black back pack clung for dear life to her back by one strap. She wore "Skinny" jeans on her not so skinny legs and a white shirt over her top. She had on a black belt with tiny skulls on it and shoes that her mom had bought her. She wore her blonde hair in a pony tail with a headband that matched her belt and her brown eyes hid behind her thick black rimmed glasses. She wore a look of boredom on her face as she whispered to herself as she fiddled with the book she held in her hands.
The yellowish lockers stood around her, almost locking her in... A sudden brush of closterphobia brushed over her and she started a faster walk down the hall to the stepp almost deadly looking stairs. She held onto the railing with one hand and balanced her book in the other as she decended down the steep steps. She reached the bottom floor and then escaped to the fresh outdoors and into the cold rain. She froze and pushed herself against the glass doors and slid down to sit on her bottom and open the book to read. She had planned on going home but what else could she do except wait for the rain to pass.
She starred down at the books pages with her big brown eyes and read over the pages with a skimmy act, one she had developed in kindergarten when her teacher wrote and earased fast. She soon stopped and looked up from the book to stare at the falling rain and wonder what her life was like. The main character in her book analysised her life very well... As if writing in a journal and then sharing it with the world. She shuddered at the thought of handing out her journal to every person in her school... And then having to explain that most of the stories in her journals were made up characters that represented other people in her school, home, and neighborhood.... Sometimes even from the past or who she planned/ hopped to meet in the future. She sighed as she slowly brought herself to analysis her life.
She had never kissed a boy... Well in preschool through first grade she had... But that was different. She had been a victim of divorce and that was the probably the reason she was so depressingly artistic. She talked to herself too. She had never had a boyfriend (Except Dylan) and she had been in involved in two rumors of love. She had alot of friends. Like sisters to her. She had alot of guy friends to but guys were such pricks that she didn't know how long they would want to be her friend. She was slightly addicted to the computer and she couldn't admit it to anyone but herself. She love to drink energy drinks and TAZO tea because she didn't want to drink beer and if she had drinks to be addicted to she wouldn't have to think about it. She loved to chew gum... LOTS OF GUM! And pretend like she was on a deit or even the smallest equivallent to the beauty of her friends. She hated spelling... She wasn't horribly good at it. But she loved to write... And Draw to. She especially liked to stay up late... Not only because she got to spend time with her busy mother but she was so darn artistic at midnight (Mostly because she was tired.). She had never drank, smoked, done drugs, had sex, kissed, or tacked. She did swear... ALOT. She liked to talk more then she liked to listen... Which was bad but okay because she dreamed if she couldn't be an artist... Maybe a stand up comic was for her. All in all she was who she was.
She didn't have this awesome story to tell or people to WOW she was obsessed with living and what/ who she loved. She stood up as the rain stopped and slowly started the trek to her home. She starred at the sky as it cleared and wondered how many people watching over her wondered what else she had to tell... Because she hadn't revealed everything about herself.
The yellowish lockers stood around her, almost locking her in... A sudden brush of closterphobia brushed over her and she started a faster walk down the hall to the stepp almost deadly looking stairs. She held onto the railing with one hand and balanced her book in the other as she decended down the steep steps. She reached the bottom floor and then escaped to the fresh outdoors and into the cold rain. She froze and pushed herself against the glass doors and slid down to sit on her bottom and open the book to read. She had planned on going home but what else could she do except wait for the rain to pass.
She starred down at the books pages with her big brown eyes and read over the pages with a skimmy act, one she had developed in kindergarten when her teacher wrote and earased fast. She soon stopped and looked up from the book to stare at the falling rain and wonder what her life was like. The main character in her book analysised her life very well... As if writing in a journal and then sharing it with the world. She shuddered at the thought of handing out her journal to every person in her school... And then having to explain that most of the stories in her journals were made up characters that represented other people in her school, home, and neighborhood.... Sometimes even from the past or who she planned/ hopped to meet in the future. She sighed as she slowly brought herself to analysis her life.
She had never kissed a boy... Well in preschool through first grade she had... But that was different. She had been a victim of divorce and that was the probably the reason she was so depressingly artistic. She talked to herself too. She had never had a boyfriend (Except Dylan) and she had been in involved in two rumors of love. She had alot of friends. Like sisters to her. She had alot of guy friends to but guys were such pricks that she didn't know how long they would want to be her friend. She was slightly addicted to the computer and she couldn't admit it to anyone but herself. She love to drink energy drinks and TAZO tea because she didn't want to drink beer and if she had drinks to be addicted to she wouldn't have to think about it. She loved to chew gum... LOTS OF GUM! And pretend like she was on a deit or even the smallest equivallent to the beauty of her friends. She hated spelling... She wasn't horribly good at it. But she loved to write... And Draw to. She especially liked to stay up late... Not only because she got to spend time with her busy mother but she was so darn artistic at midnight (Mostly because she was tired.). She had never drank, smoked, done drugs, had sex, kissed, or tacked. She did swear... ALOT. She liked to talk more then she liked to listen... Which was bad but okay because she dreamed if she couldn't be an artist... Maybe a stand up comic was for her. All in all she was who she was.
She didn't have this awesome story to tell or people to WOW she was obsessed with living and what/ who she loved. She stood up as the rain stopped and slowly started the trek to her home. She starred at the sky as it cleared and wondered how many people watching over her wondered what else she had to tell... Because she hadn't revealed everything about herself.
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