Allison is walking down the hall with her usual messy hair and makeup. She didn't have courage enough to wear the makeup Claire advised her to. She liked it, but that style will never define her personality. Besides, people scares her. Their eyes on her means living hell and she knew everyone would look at her if she dares to come like that to school. Some of them would only think it's weird, others would make fun of her and of course there's also Andy. She didn't like the idea he would be sure, she changed herself for him. Never . She wouldn't change for anyone. Outside there are too many people who daily change their personality just to impress anyway. She doesn't want to become one of them.
Sometimes she dreams about finding a person who would understand her. Maybe a friend, a boyfriend or even a stranger. But it seems there's no a single person in this world who wouldn't judge her . Most of the time however she enjoys being different. She is listening to better music than others, not only ultimate hits. She has ambitions, dreams she is not afraid to chase and she likes to believe they will become reality one day. Most important she sees in life more than a way to death. She loves art and she wants to believe people aren't so empty as they seems. Because if you walk down the street and you pay attention , the only thing you see are people who are in a hurry practically to nowhere. They are expecting life to give them various rewards for their "hard work and efforts". In other words they aspire to win a contest without even participating.
She stops for a second. Something has obviously grabbed her attention. Two students are talking to each other. Loud of course. Everyone has to hear their conversation.
"Oh Tom, I'm so glad we are going to Jamaica together. "The girl indeed looks happy but why can't she understand people may not be so interested. Her life isn't so important for everyone.
Yes, honey, 3 weeks far away from everything and everyone
Thanks God, Allison thought
"And, the boy continued …Barbara, you know her, that red hair is coming with us. My father gave me 3 tickets.
"What?!"
She obviously didn't expect that..this conversation is interesting. Allison decides to listen to the end.
"Tom your father wants you two together. He adores her. And you know he doesn't like me.
He wouldn't be the first.
"Honey don't worry, she mean nothing to me.
"Maybe now. Tom! I want to make it clear. If she goes forget about me. I hate her!
The girl nervously passes Allison by.
I'm sure she would have never guessed her romantic play will transform itself into a tragedy. Poor rich girl
Allison smirks. It was a good way to start a day. Who knows how many conversation like this one she is going to hear today. Its funny being an outcast. No one observes you and you observe everyone.