WOOOOOOOOOOO I have risen from the dead to give this chapter and hopefully many more! Please read it!
Okay I am sorry for not updating, the truth is, I died...of to many tests and revising!
Disclaimer: I do not own NinjaGo just the plot and whatever.
P.S. the poem is mine :)
My grey-brown hair in a messy bun, and purple vein-y birthmarks covered with make-up I stepped lightly out of the house. The short walk to school usually loud and full of cars was surprisingly peaceful and silent. I checked my watch.
07:45
Oh, that's why. I left the house about a half an hour early. Eh, who cares...
'my mind's eerily busy this morning' I thought as I skidded a little on the dew grass. Ends of my purple skinny jeans getting slightly damp. Pictures, quotes and forgotten homework kept running through my brain, usually it was a blank desert filled with the odd depressive thought. Maybe it's just because I skipped breakfast. Nope I did that yesterday, and the day before that. Huh. I haven't been eating breakfast a lot lately, better start doing that.
Ugh, I have the concentration span of a gnat.
So, I walk into school, head down, arms hugging my bony waist. Trying to avoid acknowledgement of the pitying glances. Anybody else prefer it when they used to just hate me and leave it at that? Now I'm some spun glass figurine that nobody can hurt because if they did I would snap.
High school sucks.
In English I was forced to read my poem aloud. It stuck in my mind all day! I mean the eyes and shocked stares, suppressed giggles, my voice sounding stupider than usual. Who wants this in their head?
clouds clutter the perfect blue
shadowing the sun and my smiles too
its cold droplets sinking into skin
as I dance like a flower in the rain
wind howling as my hair flutters like a bird
beauty rising from the dark, it's calls being heard
water splashing, soaking my clothes
as I twirl to the beat of the rain
lightning crashes in the far distant abyss
striking a tree, rumbling at it's miss
rivulets of the clear run on my face
as I smile up at the clouds of rain
streams overflow into the green grass
soaking the ground where picnickers once sat
eyes awoken to the shining wonder
as I am clouded by the beautiful rain.
My once okay-ish poem was destroyed, splattered into a thousand -no a million- tiny pieces. Now it sickens me with it's rhyme and other poetry stuff. Once again off topic. I swear I am half goldfish or something.
Despite this I managed to trundle through the day, lonely and engrossed in my own thoughts as always, the dream was forgotten, so I never really saw the new kid in the grade above me. Hair a white gold colour, and eyes a fire of icy blue and pale turquoise.
Gorgeous.
Okay so maybe I am exaggerating a little but you know, who wouldn't. I could say our first meeting in the parking lot at the end of school was love at first sight, but, that would be a downright , boldfaced lie. It was half a millisecond of eye contact, it felt like any other person has just looked at me.
Still, for some reason my oddly crowded mind was obsessing about this one, tiny glance. Maybe I should talk to him. Nope, to much of a wimp. Stalk him? Maybe as plan B. Meh, if it is meant to be he will just have to talk to me first.
God that sounds like such a cliché!
"MOM! I AM HOME!" I almost sung it.
Almost!
Deciding against the healthy bowl of carrots she had set out on the table, I rummage through the cupboards. Stalking my chocolatey prey.
"Here Jaffa goodness, mommas real hungry" my stomach was silently groaning. Pining for the jelly, cake-y, chocolatey goodness I was about to shut it up with.
"Gotcha!" oops that was a little loud... reaching up on tip toes I grab for the navy box. It is somewhat, calling, to me. Damn, maybe I am nuts.
After eating an entire box of Jaffa cakes I disappeared into my room, 'to do homework'. Stuffing more heaven into my mouth I slid on to my cotton clad bed, gently drifting off into sleep. Eye lids getting heavier with every blink.
Once again blonde tufts and blue eyes clouding my vision and for some reason this strangely quiet boy was holding my half empty Jaffa cake box...
Okay.. Sorry it is sooo short. Please review! For me?
Okay catch ya later!