Black Hearts || ON HOLD

2.0

They were taking us out today. 

Some maids had informed us that we would be taking the cars out for a picnic. How silly, a car being taken when they could just ride a dirt bike or one of the many horses housed here. Then again, rich bastards like them have enough money to do whatever they please. How people let such scums rule over them, I will never understand

Dressed in my worn jeans and a plaid shirt I swung my aged kangaroo leather hat on my head and waltzed out of my 'room'.

As I assumed, those idiotic and spineless girls were all clothed in dresses and skirts—their stockings covering up their legs while white gloves encased their dainty hands. I knew none of them had real personalities but still— you'd think that they'd at least attempt to look different from one another.

I could hear the whispers of disgust around me. How pathetic must they be? Dissing one's individuality because they can't be one themselves. Just like the girls at school—they would do anything to become favourites.

The queen came in, ushering us out in a calming manner yet she stopped as I came into view. A soft smile graced her face and she mumbled something I never heard.

Ignoring her, I walked downstairs. 

I was ready to face these scums and I pray to God that he helps me survive.

-ℑ