Tiger Stripped Leggings {Joshler}

Centuries Long_Cp 8

Pushing myself forcefully away from the kitchen table I stand, picking up my emptied water bottle and plate from lunch. Multitasking, I try to skillfully close the computer shut with both hands occupied, succeeding pleasantly.

I realise that I've finished early once again, and decide to later get my bike out for a ride to kill time. Scooting to the sink I place the dirty plate on the plates piling up and shoot for a basket, missing by almost two whole feet.
'Well, I suppose NBA is out of the question.'
I try to mask my annoyance and dunk the bottle, emerging it's crinkled body in the rubbish.

'Where shall I go today?' Trying to amuse myself I sing along to "Meant to be yours" in my head, feeling myself get into character. Raging anger not being unfamiliar, I connect with JD in an odd way, knowing we both have anger issues. 'Eh, well I wouldn't go as far as promising I'm completely similar with a sociopath- but we would most likely be acquainted.' Feeling for once a good aura, I semi- skip along the hallway to my room, unplugging my phone from the charger next to my bedroom door.

'I belive I'll go to the...' trailing off I stumble over a few thoughts, weighing the pros and cons for each individual scenerio. 'Should I go to the mall again today?' Looking out into the distance, my jaw clenches automatically.
' I need to avoid humans today.' Running with my thought, I take a quick snack and shove it deeply into the depths of my backpack slung over my shoulder.

You carved open my heart, can't just leave me to bleed-

Small, tiny stings litter my tearducts, predicting a flood. The sun welcomes my skin as I swing the backdoor open, violently pulling myself out of the backyard and to my bike chained in the garage. My head starts a new song, easing my body into a rhythm of calm even breathes.

I float in a boat, in a raging black ocean low in the water, and no where to go...

As I ride down the hill, towards the sunset I feel my heart beat to the pain racking my bones.

Cold, clammy and crowded, the people smell desperate, it will sink any minute, so someone must go...

Shaking my head free of sobs, it dawns on me the sky above is accumulating clouds around my part of the city.

Shiny eyes mask my stoic emotionless features- brain too crowded of ideas and dark storms. How the hell did I get here?

Everyone's pushing! Everyone's fighting! Storms are approaching, there's nowhere to hide!

Legs pushing to the point of pain, I spot through my tears, a dark meadow across the ended pavement. Fighting my hands to not swerve, I approach the shadowed oasis, biting my lip with nerves edging in.

Riding up to the grassy field, I realize the meadow isn't a meadow at all- rather a cemetery. Relaxing strangely at this revelation, I come to a slow pace, jumping swiftly off the well loved bike. Thankfully, at this point, "Kindergarden Boyfriend" plays soothingly in my cranium. Entirely skipping the "Shine a light" reprise.

Gently laying my bike down on the grassy dirt, I hum along to Martha, slouching down into the padded field. Nudging my backpack off, I reach into the bag, grabbing my phone, and immediately start blasting the song. I toss my phone down near my head and take a quick look around, pleasantly surprised at the emptied plain.

"And we'll soar above the trees, over cars and croquet lawns. Past the church and the lake, and the tri- County mall. We will fly through the dawn. To a new Kindergarden-!"

Staring up at the fading blue sky, I sing along to the last few lines, closing my eyes to a peaceful, deadly day.

"Where nap time is centuries...long."