((Hey guys, the picture above is what I imagine Laurel to actually look like, and thank you guys for so much support ))
Wake up. Get dressed. Eat Breakfast. Watch as your parents' once vibrant red thread fades. Drive to school. Smile on the outside, to friends who just hate me. Ignore. Ignore. Ignore the colors swirling in the air, the beautiful threads of every shade, connecting us in every way possible. Ignore the lies the girls say. Ignore the cheating boyfriend. Ignore how every single one of these preppy teenage girls have a red thread over their hearts, floating in the air, in directions to their soulmates. IGNORE the emptiness near my heart. Go to my locker. Get my stuff. Go on the Bus. Wave to the so called friends. Get home. Go to my room. Lock the door. Turn off the light. And just close my eyes, and wait for a new day.
That's my normal day. Isn't it wonderful?
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Red Thread
RomansaImagine a way to be able to know who your true love was. A way to see you who were connected to forever, and that nothing could break it. Well I can. I see every relationship someone will have, and has had. Every feeling someone has for another...Al...
