((Bitter yet sweet. How ironic.))
((By Bittersweet))
Note from the Author: OK, I know I'm breaking so many rules here, number one it's present time, number two, it's a self insert (and my first ever thank you very much) But I'd just like to see where it's going. Thanks!
Boarding school, an open ticket to staying out late and drinking until you're blue in the face, the all- American reject's dream. There's an abundance of drugs and alcohol, and of course the STD's spread throughout the campus like wildfire, throughout the mainstream of teens that try to fill each empty place in their heart with a physical relation, a fling. However, the fruit of this entire nebulous behavior is also one of the most prestigious school's in America, amongst the boarding schools famed and finest.
How I ended up here, I'll never know. I hail from Connecticut, and I suppose I should consider myself lucky that it's not much of a trip to get back home for holidays unlike some other kids here, but all the same I miss it. I guess by sending me here my parent's thought they would straighten me out, turn me into a proper young lady, and I guess to a certain degree I've become at least somewhat saner. I guess all the same it's like, we've created our own prisons, and now we have to exist in them.
I love people watching, I love like, imagining what all of these people are thinking right now, why they're here, what they did wrong, or if they want to actually be here. I do most of my people watching while I'm doing my homework, because I'm so accessible to everyone while I sit under the shade of the school tree every after noon.
People greet me from all angles, shouting their hello's to me in every possible manner. It's kind of awkward sometimes having a name as common as mine however, because when people shout their hellos to another Sarah, like Sarah Jacob's, I lose it. I hate how perfect her name sounds when people say it, I hate how perfect she looks, and I hate how she's miss fucking perfect, period. Sometimes I see her and Jack walking along the lawn of the school, holding hands. It makes me want to honestly stab myself repeatedly in the head, with a herring.
Sometimes as they walk Jack will glance over my way and smile, or say hello, and I forget my name. When I'm around him, my whole body knows it, it trembles and shakes and I lose myself in his words. "Hello." It's like I notice the little things, like the collar of his shirt not being straight, or the fact that he doesn't come from a lot of money, or the way his lips move when he talks, and it's beautiful.
And here I am. Sitting under my tree. Watching the only boy for me, holding hands with the only girl for him. And it sucks.
And for the record: I do not believe in atoms.
Note from the Author: OK, I know I'm breaking so many rules here, number one it's present time, number two, it's a self insert (and my first ever thank you very much) But I'd just like to see where it's going. Thanks!
Boarding school, an open ticket to staying out late and drinking until you're blue in the face, the all- American reject's dream. There's an abundance of drugs and alcohol, and of course the STD's spread throughout the campus like wildfire, throughout the mainstream of teens that try to fill each empty place in their heart with a physical relation, a fling. However, the fruit of this entire nebulous behavior is also one of the most prestigious school's in America, amongst the boarding schools famed and finest.
How I ended up here, I'll never know. I hail from Connecticut, and I suppose I should consider myself lucky that it's not much of a trip to get back home for holidays unlike some other kids here, but all the same I miss it. I guess by sending me here my parent's thought they would straighten me out, turn me into a proper young lady, and I guess to a certain degree I've become at least somewhat saner. I guess all the same it's like, we've created our own prisons, and now we have to exist in them.
I love people watching, I love like, imagining what all of these people are thinking right now, why they're here, what they did wrong, or if they want to actually be here. I do most of my people watching while I'm doing my homework, because I'm so accessible to everyone while I sit under the shade of the school tree every after noon.
People greet me from all angles, shouting their hello's to me in every possible manner. It's kind of awkward sometimes having a name as common as mine however, because when people shout their hellos to another Sarah, like Sarah Jacob's, I lose it. I hate how perfect her name sounds when people say it, I hate how perfect she looks, and I hate how she's miss fucking perfect, period. Sometimes I see her and Jack walking along the lawn of the school, holding hands. It makes me want to honestly stab myself repeatedly in the head, with a herring.
Sometimes as they walk Jack will glance over my way and smile, or say hello, and I forget my name. When I'm around him, my whole body knows it, it trembles and shakes and I lose myself in his words. "Hello." It's like I notice the little things, like the collar of his shirt not being straight, or the fact that he doesn't come from a lot of money, or the way his lips move when he talks, and it's beautiful.
And here I am. Sitting under my tree. Watching the only boy for me, holding hands with the only girl for him. And it sucks.
And for the record: I do not believe in atoms.