➳ Lacey, outstanding beauty lost in blue.
She drew life gloom and like a moth, in the dark sky she flew. What a careless girl she do. See, she's just as normal as you.
She never was alive inside. Read between the lines, it's where her secrets lie.
...
It's like the air got cooler each time she would think of it. She sat herself near the window staring at the swing, she could almost hear it mumbling a creaky hymn as the wind would tease its hinges. The worn carousel turning round and round and round and round kind of reminded her of the days passing by. This kindergarten on the other side of the road was sure a creepy one. The school yard was dead empty at this time. The clouds would eat lights off the sky, everything was set to favorise daydreaming over the lecture she was late at.
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Her eyes used to gaze at the pedestrians walking by, taking a guess about their whereabouts but not this time; they were focused on this one figure. This far, her sight couldn't catch much; her eyes could only outline a shadowy woman standing still under the old store at the end of the road. Her head seemed to be fixed at the window she'd been staring through. She knew her, or at least, saw her once but couldn't figure out where and when did they come about.
Snap! Snap! Snap! The teacher's wrinkled finger hitting his palm thrice. Bringing back memories of old days she'd better erase.
Locked in the shed, like a pig she was fed rice and fried beans and lube for her dry skin. Hatred born to the face of a dying fate.
*Clap*
"Miss Lacey, are you still with us?" -The teacher exclaimed with a mean voice!
"... " -She yawned.
"Lacey wake up!" The teacher shouted, hitting the desk with the ruler he named after his dead wife.
"What's the matter with you? How dare you yawn while I'm talking to you?"
She didn't care about the words coming off the teacher's mouth nor his senseless cries, with which he hoped to grasp her bouncy attention. She was just like, stroking her eyes slowly as she woke up from a day dream and threw another yawn at him. Then she got back to staring out.
"This woman, who is she?"
"Who are you talking about?"
"Look... far down the road. See? She's been staring at us for a while now... "
"I can't see anyone... It should be a caretaker or somebody! This doesn't really matter! Just follow the class. You're distracting all your friends."
"Friends? I have none."
"Enough of this, get out of my class... NOW!"
"No sir, don't blame it on her, she hasn't been sleeping well last night."- Stacy explained as she stood up, taking hold of Lacey's arm.
"Huh, OK... take it as a warning!"
Stacy let loose of Lacey's arm and sat back next to her. They both tuned to the same channel as the lecture class, trying to understand the notes written on the board. The figure that has been distracting her since the class started slowly faded away; almost disappearing within her mind.
