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Skin is white and cold as ice ,
My eyes blue and almost see through ,
Im thinner than paper but bones do show ,
I'm smarter than teachers but I do not speak ,
As words are quiet and almost everything is louder than thoughts as i speak through paper and ink as my wrist flexes and my thoughts are displayed .
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I'm a girl of age 17 with a name Skyla , I live in a cottage just off England where the clouds are grey and sun is duller than a depressed teen locked in her tower.
I live with my mother who is coming of age and my younger sister who looks up to a British Band other than me , her very own sister.
I cook , I clean , I study and read my daily routine and use of zero words of what so ever.
I attend high school with grades greater than teachers diplomas and sit alone with no friends as people stare and snicker at my uniqueness when all I do is be myself.
I had a friend once and it lasted a week before she committed suicide because of me.
Her name was Jessica Anders.
She was gorgeous , but people just didn't see her that way and used words and that soon stabbed her heart and next day , gone.
People don't realise what they can do at such simple actions , were all different and that's not bad as every person deserves a chance but are simply not given as people stare and snicker because we are simple not them , some of us want a life were we can get married and have kids other than dancing on poles and money being shoved down our clothes.
People don't see what we feel because the appearance is everything , don't show them your weak or they'll begin to tease , don't show them your depressed or it'll just get worse , don't show them your angry or they'll begin to think you have anger issues .
You see? , there is no escape of judgement , that's why I sit alone and say no words and simply do what I do , and that's write , but as I said there's no escape because I'm still judge for being quiet but that's ok because I'm happy and as long as your happy , you feel the world of peace.
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"Skyla!?!" Roars of a tiger is awaken , my sister is calling but I'm happy in bed and almost ready to forget the world.
I hear stomps down stairs arising leading to my door being slammed open.
"Get your lazy ass up and get ready for school!" No escape , be quiet and they'll not notice.
I do as I'm told and make the bed and attend my clothes which is a simple jeans and a Coldplay shirt and my white low cut converse.
I leave my hair as if and brush my teeth and go and check on mum
"Goodmoring my deary" she put on the most innocent smile and went back to her knitting
I made her bed as my mother is too weak , she's age 61 and my father passed away 2 years ago. Mum took it rough but still stayed strong for Abbey sake.
"Skyla where's the milk!?"
I walked down the stairs which creaked every step I took , I saw Abbey with her head in the fridge looking hopelessly when it was simple in the side compartment. I pointed to the milk and she looked dumber than ever.
"Ohh , thanks sky"
Abbey may look or act nothing like me , but we get along half the time.
I went back upstairs to grab my things for school which were my school bag, stationary and my journal which inside held thoughts, feelings/emotions and drawings of small simple things.
I went back into mothers room and saw her fast asleep in her chair , I walked over and made her comfortable and kiss her soft cheek before walking back downstairs to see Abbey waiting impatiently.
"Hurry up were gonna be late"
I simply nodded and before locking the door and walking to school.
It wasn't a long walk physically but mentally it was hard because all you could think was the judges waiting at the gates ready to laugh and make fun of you. For Abbey , school was her third life practically other than dancing of course as dancing is her escape , as mine is writing.
As we got closer Abbey got more jumpy and me more slower as her curiosity arised
"Sky , why don't you like school?"
She never understood the concept of being judge as she's popular , like my dad was.
My dad was a hilarious man and always out there to make a laugh or to cheer someone up.
I was my mum , quiet , unique , and very shy , but I'm worse as I haven't spoken at all since age 10.
Your properly thinking how did your parents become one , we'll as they say in love stories , opposites attract.
We were about 2 mins away from school and notice something different , there was an orange ute being held in front of the school with all the people surrounding them. I walked closer to get a peek and saw someone , properly someone new so I ignored and walk into school until my books which were in my hand were all over the floor , Steve properly knocked them out of my hand again. I was about to pick it all up when I notice someone else do it for me.
I looked and saw it was the new kid , he had black curly hair which lead into a beard and dark brown eyes , he was definitely good looking but not my type , I've never even had a boyfriend before.
"Thank you" i mouthed but no words escaped
"Your welcome ." He looked at me intentionally before speaking
"Hey , I'm Dylan , im new " I simply nodded and gave a small hand gesture of a wave before turning the opposite direction to home room
"Wait! I didn't get your name" I turned back and listened to his strong Australian accent and turned around and opened my journal
"Ohh a number , that's fast" he joked , but if he knew me.
I'm Skyla
And handed him the paper
"Um , don't you speak" I did my head motion Into 'No'
I turned around and went to homeroom which was empty because I'm always the first to my classes , but I liked it , alone and quiet , perfect for drawing in my journal
I got my bag and searched for my diary and looked high and low and didn't see it or feel it anywhere. That's where I queue to panic.
I rested my elbows on my knees and buried my face into my hands frustrated
"Looking for something?" I looked away from my hands and looked up to see Dylan holding my diary. I got it before you could say Christmas
"Wow wow calm down I didn't read it" I just glared at him before flicking through the pages and felt something warm next to me
"How come you don't talk"
I got my pen and wrote my answer
Because...
"Because why? Because isn't an answer"
I shrugged not really in the mood in answering and explaining all the judgement you get for being you.
"We'll how about you tell me had the coffee shop on 18 Melnams St at 4:15 , here's my number"
And with that he left his number on a piece of paper and left me alone I'm my thoughts.
0403 954 661 , 18 Melnams St 4:15
And so forth the rest of homeroom walk in.
