I will and always will be a Rolling Girl
"One more time," she cried, "Please just one more time!" and she raised her hand above her head. She was a lonely girl with impossible dreams. Everyone said it was impossible, her dreams were unreachable. She had no shoulder to cry on, she always said "I'll keep on rolling."
In homeroom I sit alone, at lunch I sit alone, and afterschool I sit alone. I always wore my schools black cardigan, and a white collared blouse underneath. And I wore my favoirte pink pleated skirt, black knee high socks and my school shoes. My long turquise hair tied in messy twin tails at the sides of my head. I have scars, bruises, and bandages all over my body. I have a dream, an impossable dream, people say. They make me believe I cannot reach them. I'm bullied because I look different and talk different. I'm quiet... and I have nothing else to say.
If you would like to know my dream, then here it is. I want to be an idol. A singer. I know I'm not good enough... my dream, "It's still a ways off, I still don't see the point. I'm gonna stop my breathing, now." I try to choke myseft, but someone stops me, but the person is only a blur, I don't know who is trying to stop me from rolling. Rolling is the only thing that will get me closer to my dream...
"No problem." I murmured, but those words were lost. Once more, once more.
Somehow I'm rolling. Just a bit more. I'll roll today, I rolled yesterday, and I'll roll girl says, that girl says,Playing her words with a smile. I hear a voice, the voice that belongs to the one trying to stop my rolling.
"Are you better now? It's okay now. Let's go, you must be tired as well, right?" as he said those words, the world comes back into color. As he hugs me telling me everything is alright. I cry on his shoulder, I'll stop rolling for now...
I wanna stop my breathing, now.