Dust. The city in rubble, dark clouds of smoke covered the sun. Where is everyone? What happened? "Come on we have to go! Or else we won't make it out in time!" Who was that? A young woman, coated in dirt and sweat, light golden-brown hair standing in front of a man who was sleeping on the rough pavement. No. Unconscious. How could someone sleep through this? A loud bang went off in the distance, dust fell from buildings. Dirt shook up from the ground. Thud. The young woman was on the ground, blood seeping from a wound unknown. Everything was slipping away, like a film closing to an end. Sliding...farther and farther away...
Beep. Beep. Beep. Stupid alarm clock. "Ugh, that dream again," I thought. Today is winter prom. Pink little princesses, all going for that crown. They act innocent until someone gets in their way, they will do anything for the crown and the attention. Two-faced. God, I would hate myself if I was one of those brats. (Sorry if you like pink or want to be prom queen, this is just how I wrote the character) Pulling on my shirt, "Damn it, I'm too big for the mirror anymore." Well, to be honest, I'm too big for everything now, nothing has changed since I was 10, butterflies on the walls, pictures are drawn terribly in marker. I sometimes sleep in the guest room, I'm too scared to change anything, hoping to never forget them. I don't remember much of that night or before it, and I hope I never do.
"Huh," I observed, "there's ice on the windows." Looks like I have to take the car today, Wow, I suck at driving. I don't even think my car has been started in like...A year, at least. "What if I just walk today instead of showing up in that embarrassment?" I thought of while walking to the car, "But my body would probably freeze, so no. I need to get a thicker jacket for winter!" In the morning I normally ride my Kawasaki KLR 650 dual-sport to school early, to finish some last-minute work and if not then to play the instruments that I stash there. Honestly, I'm surprised that someone hasn't found them yet. Music has always been my outlet since I was 10 years old.
(this is what the bike looks like)
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As I walked into the building, suddenly I had a lot of energy, with my heart pounding against my chest, I felt almost too warm for comfort in the school building. Damn, I forgot to take my anxiety pills this morning! I thought. Although when I sat down in the empty classroom, the warmth left my body, and I felt normal again. At least kind of. I've never felt like a normal teenage girl, some people say it's like I skipped that part of my life completely.
Ring. Darn, classes. At least it's a math class, Math is easy. As people start to fill into the building I make my way to my classroom before I get trampled. "All right, class!" announced the teacher, "Sit down in your seats and pull out your notebooks, along with your homework from last night!" Multiple groans went around the room. "Great, I forgot about the homework last night!" Declared the girl next to me. We all sat in silence for the rest of the period, Mr. Silver's lesson met with emptiness.
