Punk Meets Ballet , l.h.

7

7:00 my alarm went off and I wanted to die. I didn't sleep at all. I stayed up all night discovering theories of stars about love and such. my mind couldn't stop thinking of remi. the prettiest star of them all.

i flung my legs over the side of my bed and rubbed my eyes and sat up, raising my arms and stretching. I got up and walked over to my mirror and looked at my pale body and shook my head. I grabbed my notebook for my astronomy studies from my desk and shoved it in my book bag. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed my gray State Champs shirt and some black skinny jeans. I pulled the clothes on and walked to the mirror to fix my hair a bit, just brushing my hands through it with some styling gel. I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked downstairs pulling my black vans on and grabbing my guitar by the door and my skateboard, riding to school.

i reached the gates of school and jumped off my board, walking in. i went straight to the gym so I could tell remi about my new found facts on constellations about how dance was created.

when I got to the gym I opened the door frantically. when I looked around the room I didn't see a pretty star leaping across the floor. all I saw was the janitor cleaning up the stage. I cocked my head to the side and slumped my shoulders, disappointed. the bell rang and I sighed and pulled my guitar strap tighter against my shoulder then walked to the music room.

maybe she isn't real.

,,,

awe lukEy bb
on mah way to LA
:~)
-megan