foreign // lrh (discontinued)

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"243"

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IVY;

It was him again.

She didn't want to see him; only because she needed time.

Her thoughts strangle her as she walks; seeming like an ant between a group of giants. The tall pointy pine trees stood over Ivy, their shadows casting down to the ground. The weather was changing, it was wispy and crisp. The skies no longer blue, yet a light pink at the most. Birds start to chirp and breezes pass by.

Luke walks down the street, along a tall; but not quite as tall, boy. He seemed to be ageless, nothing but his height hinting her on how long he's lived. The back of his head was covered in dark hair. His back was clothed with the familiar school uniform.

The sidewalks not covered in normal block, but gravel. Ivy's shoes crush the small rock with each step. The forest on the left side of the street always scared her, A bus stop sign was ahead, she contemplates taking the bus. She ignores the stop, deciding to keep walking. 

She glued her head down, attempting to hide her standout purple hair with my hoodie. Hoping, for only little time, she could get some alone time before being surrounded by mouths that speak of nothing of any matter.

"Hey! I know you!" His voice yells.

Ivy cusses to myself, reminding her self she needed friends. 

He smiles at her, but his friend doesn't seem too enthused about the situation. His eyes sit on the floor and his mouth drags across his face. She sees him now. His hair, wild, dark, and streaked with blonde. His eyes swirl of a deep brown and his cheek bones carved high. She's seen him in school once or twice, she just never knew his name.

She smiles with her eyes, and greets them both.

"I'm Luke, in case you don't remember me. This Calum." Luke chuckles as he motions towards his friend.

He shoots me a smile, and Ivy waves back. "I'm Ivy, I guess." She says. I mentally hurt my self; making the same mistake I had last time.

Luke laughs again, and she could imagine his lungs expanding with joy as he laughs. Her heart beats slower, ears growing attached to the melody of his laugh.

They walk through the wisps of silence. They utter of nothing, yet their minds join as one; they know what they're all thinking.

The group finally reaches the school building after dreary silence. They stand in front of the building, Ivy see the panic of test takers and homework ditchers. It takes up the space, making it difficult to relax.

"This is bigger than I thought." Luke says as he takes a breath.

She hears Calum mumble a 'that's what she said' under his breath, and Ivy couldn't help but giggle.

"So, Ivy, what's your first class of the day?" Calum surprisingly asks.

"I have science with Mr Hudson." She states, hoping she memorized her schedule correctly.

The breeze picks up, and the spring showers return. She feels the drops landing in her hair and wetting it, so she tugs the boys inside.

The interior of the building is packed with students of all different kinds. Swarms of cliques and groups dominate the hallways. The ceilings are high and the hallways are long. She steps on the white tile, soon to be followed by navy blue carpet, like the color of the sky during a stormy night. Teachers stand; supervising the students as they come and go. Ivy smiles at some as she leads through the packed halls.

"Hey, Uh, Ivy. I'm assuming you have some friends you might hang with this first small break, so would you like to come with me and Calum, and you guys can show me around this place?" He questions, knowing he is nervous.

As she is about to decline his offer, he hands her his locker number then asks her to meet him at the start of lunch break. Her mind drowns in more thoughts about all of this. It was foreign, these were all new things she was experiencing. 

He looks at the time, and dashes to his first class, Calculus. His tall figure disappears in the crowd, as she's left standing with Calum.

"Well, I have to get going. My first class is Math with Mrs Alfred. I'll see you around, Ivy." With that, he leaves as well.

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Science is over, and now Ivy is seated, bored in English.  

She writes on her paper.

She looks around. Desks fill the majority of the space. A blackboard is settled on the far right wall, and rusty lights embed the old ceiling. Mr Murphy sits at his desk, dressed in a maroon dress shirt, and a cream colored suit; reading his 5th literature book this week.

She scribbles a few more words of rubbish, then continues to hand in her paper. She thinks about what she had written.

She spots the the clock. 11 minutes until the end of class. The numbers, wanting to fly in every direction, but being stabilized by the clocks hand. They suffer and plead, but the are stuck.

We're setting fire to our insides
for fun
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Just a lifeless face that you forget
my eyes are damp from the words you left
ringing in my head
when you broke my chest
and you caused this

She writes her favorite lyrics on a paper. She doodles and draws, reminiscent of everything she'd done in her life. Between aching minds and hushed grunts, she understands these words aren't her own.

She starts to write her own.

lost soul
empty heart

She crumples the paper.

Her eyes wander around the room, she sees no special face. No words of meaning. She craves to hear melodies to the heart, beautiful words that flow out of mouths like breath clouds during a cold day.

Class ends.

She looks at the sticky note.

'243'

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this is /very/ uneventful sorry i need a few chapters to get started ya know + this was not edited so if u come across spelling errors pls tell me kk

luv u vote comment n all that bye !!