... And City Lights will guide you home.
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'People can say anything about you, but only you know the truth.'
Funny how the quotation pops randomly in my mind and made me sigh.
I know a lot of people judges me just based on my exterior. Sure, I wear a lot of black and beanies. Converse and Vans. And yeah, I don't smile too often making them think I don't smile at all. Maybe I love music that much that I always have my headphones on every darn time. Yeah, maybe I don't have a single friend in school but it doesn't mean I don't have any friends at all.
I've heard every inane rumors about me but a few of them made me debate whether I should cringe or face palm myself.
One rumor claims that I am a lovechild of Twilight's Bella Swan and Edward Cullen. It's like I inherited Bella's dull personality and Edward's calm aura.
What the fuck does it mean? I sure don't know. I get that they're fictional characters and all but that's just stupid, right?
But my favorite is the rumor made by a dimwit jock that I turned down a date with. He yelled throughout the entire cafeteria that I am a lesbian who was fucking our headmaster, Miss Dees. If you want to picture her, I'll be more than glad to describe her. She's in her mid-fifties that is always clad in an old fashioned dress, mostly pink, and her heels clicking annoyingly as she struts the hallways for inspections.
Unfortunately, when he yelled, he didn't see her at the corner of the room occasionally sipping her coffee. I remember the way how she spluttered on her drink and glare at the dumb jock. The image of Miss Dees holding him by his ear towards her office while yelling something about his manners and his punishments is forever burried on my mind.
I think that's the start of everyone calling me Untouchable.
I grab my history book, the one I have a stupid essay to write, and head towards the deserted hallway towards the library.
Yes. Some people actually use the library for studying.
No, I'm not a nerd. I just don't have the time to do this later. Why? You'll soon find out.
Man, why does the library have to be in the third floor? I hate stairs.
I huff as I reach the third floor and head towards the library. I walk towards the librarian's desk to sign my name and say hi to our quirky librarian, Miss Hope. You might think that she's an old woman who's already tired of living but no, she's actually a fresh graduate and a pretty humorous one too.
I remember the time when I was being pestered by some guy I think from the drama department to go out with him even if I keep declining, Miss Hope smacks the guy with a big hard bound book on the back of his head and told him to scram.
Yes, she's pretty bad ass.
"Don't be afraid to use violence, kid." She laughs. "Sometimes, you'll need it to make someone realize your point."
