I looked at the distance between me and the sky. I was once told that technically you're always in the sky. There's no mark between you and the sky. When you color, you don't make a blue mark between the roofs, or phone pole wires.
That made me think about life in general. Oxygen mainly. Oxygen is like a toxic poison that takes 75-100 years to kill us. Just like self-harm. It slowly suffocates you, watching you slowly give up.
I tied my laces extra tight, making a heart with my laces the way my mother used to before she died.
I ran out to the bus stop just as the bus started driving away.
"Wait! Wait!" I screamed. But no matter how loud I got, the bus driver didn't seem to care. I trudged unhappily towards the school.
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After half an hour of walking, the soles of my feet ached, my back hurt, and my hair was ruffled everywhere.
I walked over to my locker, ignoring all the smug looks each person gave me. I opened my locker and smooshed my books in.
I couldn't help but feel a sensation of someone's stare peering my way. I looked behind me to see who it was.
The boy was sort of tall, bouncy brown curls with blonde highlights, a beautiful bright smile, and the scars on his arm were somewhat visible to me.
He quickly looked away as soon as he noticed I was looking. He grinned. As he turned to go to his locker, he bumped into Jamie, the biggest most popular jock in school.
"Watch it you shithead!" Jamie screamed.
The boy layed on the floor, dusting himself off. I rushed over and pushed Jamie out of the way.
"Hey!" Jamie screamed. I gave him the stare I gave all the jocks. It seemed to work because they all seem to be scared of me.
I helped the boy up. He blushes hard, trying to hide his face. It was sort of cute in a way I didn't know to explain.
He looked me in the eyes and chuckled a bit. "Thanks," the boy said.
He reached for my hand and I gladly squeezed it. "No problem."
He stared deep into my eyes, as I did his. His eyes were golden brown. They light up like stars in the sky. I felt a rush of butterflies flow through me.
"I'm Samantha, by the way." I smiled at the boy, who was chuckling nervously at the floor.
"Calum," he fidgeted, scratching the back of his neck, "Calum Hood."
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hey guys!
I started this new book 1. because -unsocial- gave it to me, and 2. I think it's a really cute idea and I think I could make something out of this.
also, I sort of kind of have this draft of a book that's kind of inspired my arzaylea (not in a good way), and it's kind of funny because she gets heartbroken and shit and I've been laughing at the idea for at least 5 hours because she keeps flirting, but he isn't convinced and it's SO FREAKING SAD AND FUNNY and I might start it when this book is done.
anyways, goodnight loves!
- markaila xx
