The topic for our creative writing is "Identity".
I sat at my desk thinking about it. It was a very vague topic that I could throw in every direction.
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It is early and I board the train. I am wearing my conservative, restricting and disgustingly colored school uniform. My eyes search the train subconsciously. There are men in suites, talking on phones with laptops. There are women who stare out the window in a vain attempt to not pay attention to anyone else on the train. There are children, like myself, on the way to school.
Then there is her.
She seems so tired, but aware. Her eyes look old, but wise. Not many know her though many have made her acquaintance. She would never say where she came from. She had no interest in her past. I have heard her say on more that one occasion, "Yesterday doesn't matter if it's gone."
I suppose she was right, but I noticed she always sits backwards on the train. I like to think this is when she looks back on her past, if only for a brief amount of time. Her name was Ruby Tuesday, and she never seemed to be one person.
With every new day she would find a way to reinvent herself, find someone new to be. Right now she seemed content and angelic. Her red hair and sparkling green eyes contrasted against her pale skin that seemed tired and worn.
Her white dress went down to her bare feet, as she carried a pair of black slippers in hand.
I stopped. This wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. As I saved it as "Ruby Tuesday- Draft One" I drifted off into a hard slumber, my eyes burning with the need for sleep. For once I wished to be Ruby Tuesday, I wished to be someone different because my life was so fucked up.
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School was easier the next day. Warren was asked to Homecoming by Misty Frost. It was hysterical.
"So Warren," The blonde crooned, "Wanna go with me to Homecoming?"
Warren just turned the page of his book and said clear as day, "No."
Misty sulked and said, "Why?!"
Warren said nothing and she stormed off.
Classic.
Anyway, that's not what was really good. Good news is that I've got a date for homecoming. His name is Mark and his power is acid spit. I have to admit I was slightly freaked out when I first saw him spit acid- but he asked me out and I am not one to say 'no'.
Mark is pretty cool so, hey… I'm not disappointed.
No.
Why would I be disappointed? It's not like I wanted to go with anyone else. Okay, I'll be straight with you.
I was half-hoping Lash would ask.
I know, dumb right? But hello… LASH! And he got me the super cool dress, it seemed like asking me would be normal, you know?
I'm beginning to wonder whether Lash still sees me like that. I mean, we did almost have SEX for crying out loud. But then again, we were drunk. And it has been two years since I have kissed him and not been under the influence. Maybe he really did regret it.
Maybe it was a one off thing.
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At lunch I told Maj that I was going with Mark. She was going with Zack, Ethan was going with this nice girl named Patricia, Layla and Will were going together and Warren was not going. I had thought about asking Warren to homecoming… but that would just be weird, like asking my brother to homecoming.
No matter how attractive that brother may be.
Speaking of my brother, he's moved out (finally) so I have a room that we've made fireproof. It rocks because I can just throw fireballs around when I'm pissed off. Warren comes over to do it too, just to blow off steam.
He has a lot of steam for blowing off, let me tell you.
"That's great," Maj had exclaimed, "Mark is really nice."
"Yeah," I agreed softly.
Apparently he's had a thing for me for ages… or at least he thinks I'm relatively good looking. Both are pluses.
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For the past three days weird things have been going on. After Mark asked me to homecoming I kind of (as awful as this sounds) forgot about him. And then I was finding letters in my locker!
Dear Cassie,
Thank you so much.
-Mark
And I'm thinking, 'This kid needs a hobby.' So after about three letters in three days I got one on plain white card that said;
Forgive me yet?
Just write 'Yes' or 'No' and put the note back.
Yep. Lash.
And… freaky… he was getting into my locker.
I pulled out a pen and wrote;
Sure I forgive you. Now would you mind telling me how you are planning to get into my locker?
I put it back in its place and left the school grounds.
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