Lily

The drizzling rain tapped softly on the window. When she looked next to her outside, she saw the other students getting out of their cars. Even though her first class was about to begin, she remaint steated while occasionally flickering the burnt up ashes from her cigarette.

After first period ended, Lily decided it was time to get out and do what she had to do; furfill another stupid fucking useless day at this school. It honestly didn't matter to her, about whether she would be suspended or not for being late again. It was always the same drill; be a shit student, get kicked out of high school, transfer to another foster family. It had become a habit. A bad one.

The girl looked in her side mirror and combed her hair with her fingers. She smiled to herself, which was also another bad habit of her; pretending to be someone she obviously wasn't.

What use did it have, to make actual friends, when she would be kicked out soon anyway?

Lily opened the car door and grabbed her backpack. She unzipped her leather jacket and walked towards the school.

The sudden sound of a roaring car caused her to turn around. Lily halted in her tracks and watched as how the person got out of the car. A leather jacket, cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth, ripped jeans and army boots; it could be no one other then Daryl Dixon. Lily smirked and licked her lips. "Nice ride, redneck." she said mockingly as she nodded at the dirty pick up, that was in even a wores shape than her own car. The boy turned around when he heard her voice. "Shut yer mouth bitch, don'tcha dare call me that!" was the frustrated answer she received. Lily rolled her eyes. "What, redneck?" she repeated sheepish.

Daryl paced towards her, though Lily didn't attempt to run away or whatsoever. She felt his grasp around both her arms. "Ya got somethin' ya wann' say ta me, ya do it after school, got it? I ain't here ta play knight 'n princess with ya, so ya best shut yer damn skank mouth." he growled dangerously. Lily opened her mouth and scowled. "What did you just call me?" she said quietly. This time, it was Daryl who smirked. "What, skank? Shouldn't be a new thing to ya, should it? Since all ya ever do 's screwin' around with dem seniors—"

He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence, because Lily had already punched him on his nose. Daryl growled and stumbled backwards as he released her. He looked at her, eyes spitting fire. "I'm just goin' ta pretend that didn' happen." he said outraged as he pinched his nose. Lily glared daggers at him. "Well, I see your nose doesn't agree with that."

This time, it was Lily who got punched. She grasped lower lip, that was now bleeding.

"Ms. Jones and Mr. Dixon, what in the hell's is the meaning behind all of this?!"

They both looked up at the English teacher, Mr. Jackson. Neither of them answered.

"Follow me, please." he commanded, clearly annoyed.


The envelope in her hands felt heavier than a rock. Lily stood in her backyard and stared up to the windows. The curtains were closed, which was logic since it was already around 2 AM. All this time, she hadn't done anything besides walking and driving.

Her teacher had been very clear this afternoon; one more strike and she was out. Regardless of the fact that she didn't care, she knew her foster parents wouldn't be too happy with her. This time, something felt different. Why? she wondered, frustrated. It wasn't different than any school she had previously been to; another stupid high school with new stupid kids to dominate. She'd tell herself that she didn't care, and that she only did it because her so called 'friends' could help her out in times of need.

Lily sighed when she felt the touch of raindrops on her skin. Great. She grabbed the lighter out of her pocket and stared at the letter, that she was supposed to hand over to her parents, before setting it on fire. As soon as the paper crumbled to ashes, she walked towards the backdoor and opened it with her spare key. She kicked out her sneakers and hung her jacket over the heater. The cinnamon smell invaded her nostrils as soon as she stepped inside the living room, though no one was there. Lily ran up the stairs towards her room and closed it shut.

When she sat on the bed, she opened the drawer of her nightstand with the key that hung around her necklace.

Inside the drawer, there was a book. She grabbed it and started to write, while trying to clear her mind. It seemed like the paper was her only true friend, to whom she could confess anything to.

I'm ridiculous, she thought bitterly, as she filled another page with empty, heated words.