Throw Back Thursday

Eleven

So, as I might have told you all, I'm currently locked in my room "moping" for myself on my "beyond childish" actions. In case you haven't notcied, the inverted commas are entirely meant to be sarcastic. My parents are assholes. I've learnt that already; hell, I learnt (and knew) that many moons ago! What may seem wrong to them is completely right in my head. Heaven knows, maybe I've lost it. Maybe I haven't. Again, who knows? I go to school, am treated like a slave or something, fed a substance which is much like slop, and then proceed to bed to fufil whole cycle again. Glorious!

Somehow, when I think of that guy's smile, I'm fine. Even though I'm pissed beyond belief, I'm fine when I thinik of him. God knows what's wrong with me. I'm boring you, aren't I? Maybe I should just....

Eight o' four. School. Yay. Totally bored. Shitload of work approaching me. Suddenly, my eyes catch the principal's and my mind is sent into silence and my mouth is currently gaping at him like a mindless idiot. Great, even more hallway credit.

My next class in tow is English literature; now, in an alternate universe, I would like this. But since I'm living in the real world, I'm afraid the liking of English is not apparent.

"Have you gotten over that little incident now, Miss Carter?" I guffawed at this mere little encounter. What the hell did he think he was doing, asking me that? Have I got over the incident, pah. It was just a little chocolate. I'm a pioneer woman, pal! Who needs a hat, who needs a purse, and who needs you, Mr Who Ever You Are?! Wait, that makes no sense. Forget that.

"Of course." I spat, sarcastically shaking my head and making cat eyes at the principal. My mouth ached for some reason, so my sarcastic expression kind of looked like I was having a muscle spasm or something. The brilliance of expression, everybody! I hear his tongue clicking and the tutting noise coming out of his mouth. It seriously unsettled me. Spit those words out already, pal! I'm not getting any earlier here. (Literally, I'm about ten minutes late to lit as it is.) Promptly to his tutting, I decided to walk away. That solved that!

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 I inhaled slowly, feeling my lungs filling with cold air. Ah, the pleasure of breathing. Every breath I breathed, I couldn't stop thinking of her. What was her name? I don't know, but I'm determined to find out. She must be somewhere in this world. I felt a leg brush against me and I could hear a girl wimpering. I looked down to see her there. God, she's beautiful. Wait, that's her!

 

"What's your name, beautiful girl?" I waited anticipating her reaction.