Mimi Marquez held the garden burger in her hands. She was propped up on the fence bordering the high school's property. Her history book was sitting next to her and she took another bite out of her garden burger. Shaking her head, Mimi glanced at her wristwatched and flinched at reading the time, lunch period would be over in five minutes, then she'd head to history class. She hated that class, it was full of too many preps, snobs and kids that hated Mimi's guts. But they just didn't get it. They had families who loved them, boyfriends, best friends, things that Mimi never had. Taking the last bite of her cheese garden burger Mimi swallowed it down her dry throat.
Shaking her head again Mimi heard the bell ring in the distance. Sighing she jumped off the fence and pulled her sleeves over her arms. When she was alone she pulled the long black sleeves up past her elbows, it was getting to hot to always have them down. Looking down at her long sleeved arms, having her sleeves up at school would be a joke. No one understood her shell or the way she dressed, no way would they understand the track marks lingering on her elbows. She was seventeen, a senior, and addicted to way more things then the regular scholar her age, but she didn't care. Life at home and anywhere was pointless and hard for Mimi, the drugs were the only things that really made much sense.
Taking her history book off the fence she pulled it close to her chest and begun walking the short distance to the school doors. Feeling her long black hair bump against her thin shoulders Mimi reached her history class. She quickly made her way to her seat in the back and allowed her history book and notepad to fall on the desk with a clashing sound. Sliding down in her seat Mimi ignored all the voices she heard around her and she concentrated only on the cover art of her history book. Moving it from side to side she lightly smiled as she found the face of a bunny on the cover. Leaning closer to her book Mimi noticed it was art that was drawn deeply in pencil by the book's previous owner. She pulled her finger across the art of the bunny and she grew deeply facinated by the artist and exactly what was drawn. Leaning back in her seat Mimi tried to think of some reason why the last owner of the book would draw a bunny on the cover.
Peeling open her notebook Mimi ignored the teacher as he started the class and she started to write in her notebook. She jotted down words, names and places and then started to form a short story. Writing always was something that Mimi had taken a keen interest in. She thought it was something beyond her to create a world that she liked. In a way that's what she was doing when she used. But writing a short story was a hell of a lot easier. Moving her pen across her paper quickly Mimi wrote about a girl who was young and afraid, in a way it was an autobiography. Mimi took the girl in the middle of the night to a pond, that's where the girl peeled off her outer clothes and jumped into the water. Slightly sliding across the water the girl started swimming. Mimi described the girl in the way she felt in the moments she sat in history class. She was being drawn to a place in her life that she had no control over the girl was swimming against a rough current and she really couldn't stop it.
When the bell rang Mimi snapped her notebook shut and quickly made her way out of her class. From there she went to her locker and spent the next class finishing her short story about the girl who went swimming in the middle of the night and crying until her eyes ran dry.