Trapped

Just Another Day

Who was she trying to be? Who was she? Who did she want to become? Would things ever change? Was it worth it? These questions ran through her mind at the speed of light, conquering all thought and interrupting any type of sleep at all. It was just another day. Today had been just another day. A horrible, demeaning, hurtful 24 hours of her small inconsequential life.
It had started just the same every day. She had awaken, still tired from the previous day, dark places under her eyes where sleep had been nonexistent for the past month.  Roslyn zombied her way to her closet (you know, that slow, staggering, still-asleep-but-kinda-awake walk you do in the morning),picked up a faded blue t-shirt, slid on her jeans and converses, and finally her favorite black jacket. Brushing her hair, she stared into the mirror, noting semi-pale skin that doesn't have acne on it at all basically -except for those damned small blackheads in a place or two- with freckles across her nose and under her tired honey eyes. Curly, voluminous, somewhat frizzy brownish/blonde/gold hair, and dark eyelashes. The high cheekbones and stupid round cheeks that she had always hated. Under all of these things, she could have been pretty. Sometimes she felt like she was, but those times happened less and less each year. Now she just looked stressed and worn down and tired. Lifeless, to say the least.
The book bag settled on her shoulders as she stepped out of her mom's car. The trunk popped open and she walked around back, lifting her cello carefully out of the car. Closing the trunk she walked on, dragging the hard case behind her, the sound of its wheels on the concrete a soothing song that never changed. After placing it in the orchestra room and visiting her locker, Roslyn sat down in English. Mae, her good friend and partner in ELA, greeted her as she walked in, dorky and bright as always. Mae's excited greeting was her favorite thing to hear in the morning. It made her smile, something that didn't happen as often anymore. And then came the most boring hour of life as the teacher droned on about some new book they had to read.
Mae looked over and mimicked a person falling asleep. "I'd much rather be watching Doctor Who" she mouthed.
"Me too. Or some Supernatural" Roslyn mouthed back.
"Maybe even Sherlock. Superwholock forever!" Mae whispered.
Ros laughed to herself, catching a curious glance from the girl in front of her.
And just then, it was time to change classes. Thank all that is good in the world. Time for orchestra. Something that used to be beautiful but had since turned into the seventh circle of Hell. Freezing cold both from the old teacher keeping the room at 30 effing degrees and you know, it was the seventh circle of Hell. Plus, this one boy had a heart of pure ice. People always ask that stupid question when they see Ros carrying her cello: "What do you have in there, a dead body?"

Yeah. It was probably Leon's body.