mirror, mirror on the wall
ruthless to your victim
I sit at my desk at school. Ten more minutes until class ends, I take a deep breath hold it for a moment. After this is lunch, my dad packed my lunch today. I hear the clock tick away as silence fills the classroom. Everyone is taking a math test, I finished thirty minutes ago. I look around the room to see Black Star asleep and drooling on his paper. I smile slightly-It was a funny sight.
I go a public high school, and it's relatively new. My last school got burnt down last year from a spreading fire that also took half the town down with it-I don't know the reason behind it or any details as I try my best to block most of the incident out. So now, like everyone else in my grade, I'm a student in grieving. Not everyone got out of the school in time, so we lost people we cared about. But during summer break, everyone cut off ties with each other. It was painful seeing only half of the people in your cliche. Black Star, Soul, Crona, and Tsubaki have all found new friends after joining this school filled with new people. I however, have not. I'm simply not the social type.
I get up from my seat and walk over to Mr. Hailbird, the teacher. I ask him if I could go to the bathroom.
"Sure, you might as well take your stuff, the clock on the wall is a bit off." The whole time he was talking I was focusing on his gray mustache. "By the way, I glanced at your test already. Looks like another perfect grade, not that I would expect any less from you." I say thank you and grab my things. I leave the classroom and go into the bathroom. I don't actually go into a stall, but into one of the corners next to the trashcan instead. I drop my backpack on the floor and grab the paper bag from inside it. It had a PB and J, apple, goldfish, along with mango juice.
I grab the apple and throw the bag with all of its contents into the trash. I take a bite from my apple and lean on the wall. One more class left, then I'm free to go to home. I close my eyes and let out a breath I don't remember holding. When I exhaled I felt as if my soul left my body. It's been one of those days.
It started off like any day really. My alarm rings and I sluggishly get out of bed. I stayed up late last night reading again. I need to stop starting new books late in the day. I got ready and left the house. But between waking up and leaving, I had a horrible time taming my hair, my jeans were still wet from the dryer, my shirt had a stain on it, and I had a horrible headache.
I take another bite from my apple.
It's been really stressful waking up everyday lately.
The bell rings.
I grab my bag from the ground and leave the bathroom. I see a swarm of teens rush to the lunch room, I stay back a bit. I sit outside on the patio everyday, and my seat is almost never taken. So I don't have much to worry about.. I make my way to the doors outside. The patio outside is for juniors and seniors only, leaving alot of room left. I sit on one of the benches facing outwards without a table.
The sky is clear today, not a cloud in sight. I hear laughing and talking from behind me. I wonder what they're talking about to cause such a loud scene. It brings back memories and makes me remember why I don't want any new friends. Know that I think about it, I have english next. All we're doing to day is silent reading.
Munch
I guess...I can skip. I throw my the apple with three bites in it away and walk down the patio stairs into the parking lot. I don't actually have a car, but there is a trail from the left of the parking lot that eventually leads to my house...and by house I mean trailer. Don't judge, okay? Like I said, the fire took a lot when I came to our town, including my home and my mother.
I stretch as I walk. I start counting in my head, I don't know why. Is something I've always done with I'm bored, just counting endlessly is kind of...calming. I slowly fall astray from the path leading to my house and when I came back to my senses I find myself on top of a tree.
The wind blows my pigtails back as I close my eyes once again and start counting. 1, 2, 3, 4...
You should stop doing that, It's weird
I furrow my eyebrows together.
Grow a pair and face your problems like they are
5, 6, 7, 8...
You're just acting like an attention whore right now
"Shut up!" I scream the kind of scream that breaks the most peaceful kinds of silence. A second passed and I see all the birds I scared fly out of their trees and into the sky. I bring my head to my knees and breath heavily. I'm so tired of this, this school, this life, this...everything. I'm not as strong as I try to act to be.
Was that really necessary?
"Yea, it was."
Sometimes I forget I'm alive.
My name is Maka Albarn, I am sixteen and top of my class. I have a father and no mother. I also have a cat.
Her name is Sasha.
suiting you becomes my love
tied to my reflection
I have a lot of ideas for this fanfic, just you see. -winky face-
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all these voices singing
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all my monsters singing
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