Disenchanted youth
Her lips pressed into a thin line. She glared at what was going on in front of her. She pulled her black sleeves up, half covering her hands, and leaned on to the palm of her right hand. She looked away from the sight and sighed slowly.
"Why do things like this always happen to me?" She asked her best and only friend. The friend jumped in shock. She wasn't used to words being spoken from the forlorn girl's mouth. She hardly ever spoke these days. It was a curse of the life she led. She saw no point in speaking; there was only one person who listened.
The girl's hair had darkened. It used to be the perfect shade. Not too light and not too dark. Due to recent events, it had gone dark. It hadn't been dyed; it had just lost its shine. Much like her blue/grey eyes. They used to sparkle from the joy-filled happiness she used to have. Now they echoed her life: dull and lifeless.
Unshed tears welled up in her misty, kohl-rimmed eyes. This was a regular occurrence. Normally she blinked back the tears before they could fall down her pale, white cheeks. Today was different. The tears slowly dropped on to the table in front of her.
AN: So I wrote this in English a few weeks ago. We were told to write something based on the words disenchanted youth. This is what came from it. R&R
