I go to Mr. David's room (Math... ehhhh). I didn't expect to see the chairs in a semi-circle. Seems nice enough. I sit down, I look at the girl next to me, she has pretty blue/green eyes, her eyes are wide with fear. I feel the sudden urge to know why she is afraid. Why would anyone so beautiful be so afraid. Her hair is a bright burgundy, not original hair color. I talk to Angel, I've known her since the 4th grade but I moved a lot, stayed in the same state, different school. We talk about my friend that movie to Christiansburg last year, Carmen. The Girl With Wide Eyes says "I know Carmen too.... Sorry I shouldn't have interrupted you guys", she says with a lovey, quiet voice. "Its Okay, Hi I'm Saige, What's your name". "Belinda", she whispers. Mr. Beyer and Mr. David enter the room "Settle down guys, I want you to take this sheet and answer these questions", Mr. David says. We all get sheets the questions are pretty basic. "What's your favorite color", "What's your favorite type of music". Then when we're all finished, he gets out a weird octagon ball thingy, it has a bunch of numbers on it. "We're going to play a game, I'll throw the ball then what your right thumb lands on the number read the question that matches that number then your answer".
(* Time Lapse 2 min. later *)
When the ball gets to me I read my question (* I've forgotten the question now its been so long *) and the answer, I give the ball to Wide Eyed Afraid Girl/Belinda. "Oh God", she says, she's scared. She reads her question with a shaky, afraid, little, beautiful voice and answers. She's beautiful. I can tell something's going to happen with her and me, doesn't haft to be romantic, but I can tell, she's like a magnet to me. The bell rings I watch her hurriedly walk/jog out of the room, the stampede of North Face snobs/Weirdo Radicals cramp in the room. I grab my books in a huff and walk across the hall to Ms. Gill's room, she's a drama queen snob, I very much dislike her * Definition of Cunt Skunk Bag * I see Lamona and freak out. WE FINALLY HAVE A CLASS TOGETHER YAY!!!!!!! We head to lunch and eat quietly in our own space. Chilled out basically. I can't wait to get home and grab a smoke and chill with my music, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco and others. Ah Life Of A Teenage Dork/Punkie/Poser. Life. Is. Difficult. Eh. Well I guess I'll steal a tatter tot from Lamona.
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I Will Soon Forget The Color Of Your Eyes And You'll Forget Mine.
No FicciónThis is a true story. I have changed some names to keep the privacy of those individuals. a 14 teen year old Saige Caine, entering the 8th grade is very calm and a dreamer at heart. She is called the young Van Gogh for her generation. She is very al...