communication;; l.r.h.

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"beauty queen of only eighteen, she had some troubles with herself," the familiar song made its own way towards the end of my earphones. "he was always there to help her, she always belonged to someone else," i casually sang the other line. i clicked the top of my pen, was it five or six time? i can't remember. i wrote down the character charts for an incoming story that i've been planning for a while, and yes, i'm one of the old schooled girls who prefer writing with pens than typing it on a computer.

writing is more of an escape for me. an escape from this cruel world that we call society. you see, for some people writing is just writing an essay for school, writing is just writing a letter for your grandparents, writing is just writing when you're bored, writing is just writing when you can, writing is just writing. but to me, writing is an expression.

i can express all of my feelings, my happiness, my pain using a pen and a blank paper. it feels like a weight being lifted off of my chest. and to be honest, i really enjoyed it. (because some of the writers at my school's writing club only did it for extra credits).

i turned up the volume of my ipod as the chorus came on, "i don't mind spending everyday, out on your corner in the pouring rain," being the fool i am, i waved my hand back and forth, just like when you're in a concert and the band played your favorite song.

"and she will be loved!" i sang as loud as possible "and she will be loved!" i continued.

"fuck ow geez!" yelled camille. way to go camille, you ruined my moment. wow, out of all moment you decided to ruin this one. how great.

i hear footsteps getting louder, louder, and louder and not to mention faster every second.

"how many times do i have to tell you shay?" she said, panting from running or should i say speed walking, come on camille! it's not even that fast!

"tell me what?" i asked, i usually didn't really pay attention to my older sister when she's talking. i don't know why i just zoned out.

camille looks like she's about to explode, no really. her face is red and she started cursing. "breathe camille, breathe," she said taking a deep breath in and out. "shay," she paused "do you have to study for your finals?"

"so? i can study for them later." i said giving my attention back to my character charts. camille sat on the edge of my bed, "do you remember what's the first subject they're testing?"

i shook my head and shrugged. "math." what the actual fuck?! my math test is in a two days and my sister just told me now?!

"oh shit!" i threw my notepad up in the air, i quickly jumped off my bed and i run to my bookshelf and started searching for my math books. "where is it ugh?" i mumbled as i started throwing more books to my bedroom floor.

"shay!" yelled camille running towards me, pulling my body away from the bookshelf. "you're seventeen! not seven! geez, no wonder mom called you childish."there's a ton of reasons why she called me childish," i said turning over facing my sister while crossing my arms. "oh really?" camille raised an eyebrow at me "you're seventeen and you're still watching the fairly ood parents!"

"the fairly odd parents is not a childern show!" i protested "you're never too old to be young, camille." i said. "i get what you're saying, but the fairly odd parents? really?"

"it is a good show!"

"no it's not!"

"yes it is!"

"no it's not!"

"yes it IS!"

"no it's NOT!"

"YES IT IS!"

"NO IT'S NOT!"

"STOP DENYING IT!"

"WHY ARE WE HAVING THIS CONVERSATION?"

"WELL YOU STARTED IT!"

"AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO STUDY?"

"fuck you, camille." i said shoving her out of my room "out, out, out!" after she's outside i started studying, since my mom wouldn't buy me a tablet if i didn't pass my math test. why do i have to live this life?