For an English assessment...

Part 1

Death? 

What is death exactly?

 I don't know, no one knows. But everyone is afraid.

 Why? I don't know. We don't even know what happens after death, so why are we afraid? 

Why are they afraid? 

Death isn't a bad thing, not for cowards like me. Not for the 'lost sheep' of this world. For us, death is an escape, a place to run and hide from the overwhelming noise of the living world. I have no friends, no family that cares for me, no especially nice people. Only me, brown haired, blue eyed Florence. As I walk through these walls, this school, on this mountain, in this forest, I know they don't see me. I'm separated from the world, through an invisible wall. If I died would it be such a bad thing, would anyone even care? If I just faded from this class, this lesson, this school, this world, would anyone even care? Would anyone notice? And if they did, by some off chance notice, would they just laugh?

Wait, laughter, is someone laughing? Why? My gaze slipped up. Where am I? I...I... must've wandered away from my class somehow...I should go back, I know that, I should just leave now. But... What is that? A fire, but who lit it? Why is there no one here? Why would someone light a fire in the middle of the bush, in the middle of the day? ... again. I can hear someone's laughter. A soft giggle, though with no trace of warmth. A laugh filled with anger, madness, and longing. Longing for something to come, to show that there is a reason to keep living, to still exist in this world. Laughter from someone like me.