The world is made of cold realities and disappointments, full of homophobic, racist and old-fashioned people. Full of money-driven people and beauty standarts that only a few seem to accomplish.
Here a group of teenagers try to find themselves in a...
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MONDAY
They say that along the ride that is called life, we give pieces of ourselves to other people and receive pieces of them too, all while we try to finish the puzzle that is our own person. Blake never gave or received any pieces, she felt like she didn't have anything to give, and that made her feel empty. She built her walls so high that every time someone tried to give her a piece of themselves, it would just hit the wall and fall, being lost forever.
Today she decided to wear sneakers, not to piss her mom off, but to be a bit more comfortable and a bit more like herself. She hated all the girly shoes her mom made her wear. Besides the sneakers, she didn't have any makeup on, and she felt good that way, no amount of makeup was enough to cover up her true self anyways.
Her mom had to leave earlier, so that gave her the freedom to look however she wanted. So she wore the sneakers, her hair was in a ponytail, she was wearing jeans and a plain baggy shirt. It was different from the skirts, tight tops and ugly, uncomfortable shoes she usually had to wear.
The school was only a few blocks from her house, so she decided to walk instead of taking the bus. The sky was a light blue and the sun too low to share his light with the world. He was not ready yet, even the immaculate sun had to get ready to face the world.
Blake tried to enjoy the little things that life brought, like the wind, something nobody really cared about. She loved the wind, it meant that everything that went, always came back, nothing was really gone forever. Only people, when people died, they are gone forever, humans are temporary but nature represents immortality. Nature is everything we want to be but never are, or will be.
Boredom High School, how Blake liked to call it, was as dull as an high school can get. There were rumors and fights, yeah, but they were never something that people stared or kept talking about. So when Blake walked through the main door and looked around, she was shocked to find everyone looking at her, but it wasn't really something that bothered her that much. They usually stared anyway.
She walked through the main hallway, the blue and yellow floor blinding her as she walked. The only sounds filling the air were of her sneakers hiting the ground and all the voices of the students put together, probably talking about everything she was and wasn't at the same time.
Or maybe it was all in her head.
Only when she reached her locker she noticed that her heart was beating as fast and hard as Miles Teller hit his drums in Whiplash. She couldn't figure out why, she was never this nervous, it wasn't like her. She was confident, she always felt like the world was hers and nobody could or would change it.
But right now, with everyone staring at her, she felt as small as an ant, as fragile as an old precious vase. And she hated it.
