I stared blankly at the space in front of me. That vast space which I'm jealous of. Ever since I was a kid, I've been pretty jealous of the sky.
The sky can see the heaven. Touch and feel it. Be with the heaven every single day. Even if it turns dark they're still together.
This is the things I've been thinking of when I look up high in that free space. I can see it's freedom. It's expression ever so clearly I can understand.
Not like these people who comes and go. Leaving you once they're sick and tired of you. Making you feel alone and worthless.
But no one can make me feel that way. I'm too optimistic to be down. And I will not be shaken by the negative opinions they say about me.
My name's Ashley Anne. Currently 17 years old, grade 11 at the International Amett University. Sounds fancy but it's just like any other school you know.
It has different cliques and I try to be in good terms with everyone. I'm not like those people who wants to be popular just because of the boys.
I sound low, don't I? I know and yet I still keep being like this. Many people have already asked me to change but I just can't leave this part of me.
I sound cheesy and I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry for being me.
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Braces In Heaven
RandomI know that the title sounds weird but it was originally ' Reaching Out To Heaven' but someone *ehem*@IH---tN---*ehem* said that it was corny.