The Camera Never Lies| ON HOLD

Girls who wear bright red lipstick, should never be trusted

I had a heart, then

Farleen high school.

Situated amongst the rural greens of New York that was allocated to suburban life- I watched as girls with short skirts, long nails and eyes that narrowed on to every flaw you withheld trotted in to what would be my school for the next few months. It all screamed New York privilege. There were boys here as well, but back in San Diego where I would of rated them out of ten with lily, I felt intimidated and worthless here.

I knew that I couldn't make any sort of commitment here, whether it was friendship or anything more. I had vowed to myself that my life in New York would be a mere hallucination and a retreat from my anti climatic life in San Diego.  Making friends and securing bonds was out of the question. The last thing I wanted to do was slink back to the plane that would take me home, with a head full of sadness and regrets that my life in New York was over and out of reach. I would not succumb myself to such an ordeal. 

I began walking up the steps, I needed to find reception and inform them I was their new,-albeit temporary-student.

I couldn't shake the feeling that all eyes were on me; gouging out my insecurities and shoving them in to the light. Paranoia was the last thing I needed to experience. The hallway was clean, and white washed. It was a typical school with typical people. I'm sure there is a social hierarchy- and I'm even more certain I would stay confined and well out of its way. Believe me, I'm not always an invisible person. The San Diego Marilyn would walk down her school halls and feel comfortable with eyes on her. Only because she had grown up with the majority of those people and because she knew them well.

These people seemed to have cold facades in the form of fake smiles, averted eyes and red lip stick.

Yep. I was the new girl. Soon i would be the girl everyone forgot- something I was content with.

I was soon acquainted with my locker, timetable and a girl named jasmine who would be my guide for today essentially. However, despite having almost all my classes with jasmine and even making small talk with her for the sake of friendliness, she still didn't invite me to sit at her lunch table with her.

Well, I'd be lying if I said I was bothered.

The cafeteria was another clue to the hierarchy at this school, everyone had a clique. It was becoming even easier for me to not be submerged in to the infested waters of Farleen high, and I couldn't be more relieved. 

The smell of meat and the chatter of conversation numbed when a girl with red lips that rivalled that of snow whites,  strode in to the hall.

She appeared oblivious to the attention, yet I could sense the shivers of delight radiating from her. The girl relished attention- if her red lip stick was anything to go by. Immediately, she was followed by two other girls and they filed around a table in the centre.

These girls were the queen bees, as stereotypical as their name and as artificial as their lipstick. Even though, I shrink further in to the wall where my corner table is placed against. I do not mesh with those types of superficial creatures.

I could sense the impending doom of being noticed leering in, so I dump my tray and get out of there. The library is my sanctuary, I decided this was where I could vent out my menagerie of emotions on to paper.

Writing was my strength. An anchor that could keep my emotions in check, and my ideas wild. I desperately wanted to be a writer and get in to an Ivy League school so I could study literature and creative writing. I was a partial nerd, but my friends and I had always been referred to as hipsters.

I stopped my frantic scribbling when a presence became known to me; a presence in the form of a tall, lean boy; with definite, defined abs and eyes that swirled like freshly stirred coffee and were as brown as melted chocolate; his hair of the same hue.

"Excuse me, I hope you don't mind, but you appear to of stolen my secret area of the library- however I'm willing to share if you are". he spoke with slight hesitancy yet with a calm smile and a humble approach. I wondered what kind of good looking boy could sound as warm and welcoming and sweet, have such a mysterious allure to his eyes, yet appear as broken and detached as he did.

I also wondered why my heart was palpitating and my usual easy going sarcasm and chill, had meandered through the sudden abyss of my brain and gotten lost.

Yay chapter two is complete! Yes, that is Grays introduction to the story and the turmoil of what will become Marilyn's life. :)
I will gladly remind you how cliche this story isn't supposed to be, and although it has your typical queen bees ( you have to admit all schools have those) and smouldering guys ( slightly less of those at my high school might I add) this story is not as innocent as it appears. I encourage you to stick around! Also the songs are sometimes related to the chapter but not in any obvious way and they don't indicate anything to the story line xx