*April's P.O.V*
--alarm ringing--
Its my first day at high school.... First exciting thing that has happened to me in fifteen damn years. Or so its supposed to be.
Get dressed feeling so hot I can literaly kiss myself... *literaly*
This day is like the day that everything in my life finally has the chance to change, my enviroment, my school and hopefully my way of seeing the dark life I live in, go from shadow to light... So dramatic! I know !
But im that one person that thinks that some people in this world were not born to feel the joy of happiness, to taste that kind of sugar that makes every sour thing go sweet, and the philantrophic peace that feels like a purifying ocean breeze.
For example-- April L. Vanhousen---
By all means me.
And my bus stops , I set one foot out and the morning sun prickles in my body, being contrasted by the humid and cold rain waft.
The school footwear felt uncomfltable, but the gray, v neck, charcoal gray and mid tight lenght uniform was all that I loved. My waist welcomed the adherent and tight layer of wool that made it took a little more slender than already was.
I was honestly freaking out, because im so scared that this is not what I hope for...
On the gate they gave me a lollypop, so im using it dramatically my way, cause I know how to manipulate boys minds... And oh there so easy... Once you can manipulate the brain, the rest comes obediently. (Matter fact)
Once I pass the first gate the place felt inmense, the first building was two floors and the center of it had statues and many flowers; tall trees and walls transformed into murals.
On the distance I could cath a glimpse of the second building, wich was a bit more modern, and had the basketball court wich from what I researched, it was the newest adquisition of the educational center.
Walk down the second gate and the new sights were crumpled away from my concentration as I feel warm hands around my waist.
And of course Liam; my actual boyfriend.
All hands over me, swiming around my stomach, my waist, and sometimes descending freely to my back-bottom. Even if its suppose to, it does bot make me feel comftable.
And all of this its just so the guys around know im his, blah blah...
Sometimes I hate him...
About him... So not handsome, mid height, silky hair, and a horny ass bitch with no heart.
Hes so not the best boyfriend ever , we have been almost two years and a halve in a relationship, I used to give my life for him if that was what it took.
We started dating when we both were in middle school, the thing was that he was going out and I was just entering. I still dont remember how it begun, but oh well.
He was a romantic, flowers, gifts, chocolates, matching collars and a song dedicated every week. When I was around him I used to feel alive, it never felt to hot or too cold.
His touch and his kisses were my weakness. The world stopped and standed still just for those moments, I felt like the oxygen was no longer essential because I did not even breath when I was around him.
And every time he said I love you the butterflies that had made habitat in my stomach went crazy.
But all that vanished...
And now the only constant in us is the way I always want to make him dissapear.
I mean I loved him and perhaps I still do; but it isn't comparable to how my rainbow glowed in colors two years ago.
Today my rainbow is gray again, uncolored by the same person who had before made it burst into ribbons of colors.
I used to see him like the prince of my fairytales, love of my life, twin soul...Untill this one time...
And now im going to get dramatic...
