With every past comes a new future but not how you expect it.

The song that helped me through the day

                                                                            Diane's pov                                             I began my morning with my usual rounds get up change, use the restroom, fix my hair, grab my shoes and grab my coat and run down the stairs and hope my brother doesn't notice me. If he noticed me I would probably end up crying on the bus and in homeroom before I would stop. Trust me I know from past experience that this happens I've known sense I was five when my mom died and dad went on a rampage. So I try my best to avoid him and dad at all costs. I final decide to walk to the door grab my jacket and go out and wait for the bus. I opened the door and dashed to the corner of our street. When I got there I slipped my bag off of my shoulder and rummaged through the bag till I found my phone and headphones. I grab them and closed the bag and slung it back on my shoulder. I waited to put my headphones on till after I sat down on the bus. I waited a few more minutes and then a yellow school bus appeared from the corner and stopped before me.  I climbed up the stairs and made my way to seat 16 where I sat everyday alone. It's not that I want to sit alone it's just people like to avoid me and I'm guessing it's because of how I dress. Manly because I'm wearing a black crop top and a white mini skirt with my caramel hair up in a bun and band bracelets on my wrists and fall out boy converse. But that's what it could be I guess my house hold or my music taste. Nope it's probably just because I'm me I'm not important in this word that's probably what it is. I don't blame them I mean who would want to talk to a person who is broken inside listens to rock music and hangs out with people who wear band shirts and dark clothes. I sigh and put my headphones on and click the song runaway by pink
I listen to the opening of the song and await the lyrics.
I got my things packed my favorite pillow got my sleeping bag climb out the window. All the pictures and pain I've left behind   
All the freedom and fame I've got to find and I wonder how long it'll take them to notice that I'm gone and I wonder how far I will take me...

I let the chores take control of me and I lean my head against the window.
To runaway ( this life makes no sense to me)  RUNAWAY! ( this life makes no more sense to me)
RUNAWAY! ( life don't make any sense to me) RUNAWAY! ( life don't make any sense to me)  I was just tryin' to be myself, have it your way I'll meet you in hell. It's all these secrets that I shouldn't tell. I've got to runaway! It's hypocritical of you.  Do as you say not as you do. I'll  never be your perfect girl. I've got to runaway... Well I'm too young to be taken seriously but I'm too old to believe all this hypocrisy and I wonder how long it'll take them to see my bed is made. And I wonder if I was a mistake. I might have no where else to go but I know but I know that I cannot go home. These voices trapped inside my head tell me to run before I'm dead. Chase the rainbows in my mind and I will try to stay alive. Maybe the world will know my name. Why won't you help me runaway?   ( life don't make any sense to me) RUNAWAY! ( this life makes no sense to me) runaway....  I could sing for change on a Paris street. Be a red light dancer in New Orleans. I could start again choose a family. I could change my name come and go as I please. In the dead of night you'll wonder where I've gone
Wasn't It  you..
Wasn't it you..
Wasn't it you..
That made me runaway?
I was just tryin' to be myself have it your way I'll meet you in hell. With all these secrets that I shouldn't tell I've got to runaway. It's hypocritical of you do as you say not as you do. I'll never be your perfect girl I've got to runaway ( life don't make any sense to me ) RUNAWAY! ( this life makes no sense to me) RUNAWAY! (  life don't make any sense to me) RUNAWAY ( life don't make any sense to me) this life makes no sense to me..
It don't make any sense to me..
It don't make any sense to me..
Life don't make any sense to me..

 
Final the song ended and the bus stopped in front of Red Wood high and I got my stuff together and headed for the front doors.

Hey guys I hope you like it and listen to that song please well you don't have to but if you want to and please comment what you think it would mean the world to me thanks to all of you lovely tacos for reading this update hopefully soon!

Sincerely breaktheice12