The Girl With The Pink Backpack

1 - Through The Vent

If you consider me a girl, go join that room of people. Except, no one's in there. So you're alone on your opinion.

I have anger issues, all right?

I spend 90% of my life outdoors—8% at school, 1% at home doing homework and projects and stuff, and 1% at the abandoned shack down by the creek.

It's all old and worn down, and once I re-built it into a house (sadly the size of a shed) that was linked with a big sycamore tree next to it. The wood is really supportive—and I'm not kidding. I pushed all my weight and more on a skinny branch, and not even a single sound. All that I met was some wind picking up around me, and my brown hair flow back.

Let me explain more about me.

My name is Sakara Bluefire, 'The Girl With The Pink Backpack,' according to everyone at school.

High school can set a huge annoying obstacle in the course we call 'life.'

Yet, for some reason, I can't get why 'such a brave girl' can have 'Little-Miss-Perfect' hair. I don't know about you, but my hair isn't my top priority. Really, in life, I just want to make it out of high school right now. I have a job at Publix as a bagger, I get $20.00 an hour, it's not so bad for a 17-year old girl.

I whisper to myself the words of my song.
" 'Deep in the afterlife,
Hidden in the Netherland,
Banished in all of me,
Only I understand.
Only she and I hide,
Hide for the best of all,
So no one knows who died,
And so we won't fall.' "

I continue the other words of the song, then I close my eyes as I take off in sleep.

Maybe I made that song for a reason.

Maybe that song has a purpose.