Chapter Two

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                     The sound of my converse echoed down the long corridor. The noise levels were beyond loud, yet the only thing I could register were the thoughts in my mind.Nobody even stole a glance at me, after all I'm just a normal girl; but to me it felt like they were scrutinizing my every move. Every inch my feet took me, every twitch of my nose, the way my eyes darted back and forth from exposure. They knew it all. Of course this was all a figment of my imagination, but it seemed so real, like if I made even one mistake everyone would notice and call me out for it. So I did the only thing I could do; I kept walking.

                      It wasn't long before I made my way to my seat, passing the variety of cliques, everyone having someone to talk to. Except me. In this world I felt so alone. Nobody for me to converse with. All my opinions building up inside my brain. Of course I wasn't always this introverted.

                      Once upon a time, there was a happy girl. She was bubbly, hyper, and very like-able. Whenever people would pass by her, they would chuckle to themselves thinking, there she goes again. everyone knew her, many loved her, she disliked few. However, this little and happy girl soon grew up.

                      While she had many fun memories of her friends and family, life was not exceptionally kind to her. She had molded into a new sculpture, and slowly, people began to notice. Thhyperness soon mellowed because, as you get a little older ,well, it just happens. While no one exactly hated her, there wasn't anyone who admired her either. She was kind of just there.

                          That one day was when it started, that one day. Somebody had remembered she was there. They had also remembered that she had imperfections, ones that were easily detectable, physically and characteristically. And the comments began...

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I just can't seem to write more than a page. Grrr. okay second chapter! It's up! It's written! You know what I think you should do? Comment! I mean you don't have to but it would mean a lot to me. Don't you want to make me happy? No? Well okay then, never mind. Sorry for any spelling mistakes. if you see one let me know please. suggestions, constructive criticism, random sentences,opinions everything is welcomed here!

-Iceyblue

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