Alzaya Johnson - Alz - depressed - quiet - no friends - loser type in school/no social life - she talks to herself in quiet corners - SHE QUESTIONS LIFE AND ITS BEING. INDIA EISLEY
Dakr brown-blackish hair. Green eyes.
Alexa - Ally alz sistert
Cindy alz mom
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Chapter 1:
I pick up my bag from the ground beside my chair as the bell for last period rung, swing it over my shoulder and take a run for it. I dash towards the door, skidding out and run down the crowded hallways, the squeaking of my converse slapping against the marble floor, the slight hairs on my temple flying back into the hood on my head. I breath hard as I push past the back EXIT door and slam it close, feeling the chill outside wave across me like a tidal wave of water on an ice cold day...torturing.
Its not like I have the best of clothes, anyways, I think, sighing to myself. I can never be like those high-class popular girls in my school. I can never be as pretty-
Shut up, Alzaya! Maybe I need to stop being so negative and look at the brighter side of life.
Humph. Not like that's going to get me anywhere.
I shove those thoughts out of my head and start walking across the parking lot. I walk out the school gates and down the side-walks towards the park down the block. I look around, making sure no one is following, then slide under the broken wire and onto the grassland of the park. I slowly walk over to the tree I call my second home, as it was tall and big, covering me from the outside world, keeping me safe in its embrace. And so I sit down with a sigh, leaning against it.
I pick out my sketch-pad from my bag and slip out my pencil, then flip it open to a fresh page and draw my legs upto my chest, put the sketch pad on my legs and look up and around at the view that surrounded me.
As I place my pencil on the fresh page, drawing a soft line frm the middle to the end, in hopes of drawing the ends of the tree above me, a faint r sound appears from my surroundings. I shoot my head up and snap it from side to side, looking around, but find nothing.
I look back down at my paper. I must be having some kind of problem.
I put my pencil on my sketch-pad again and draw a line, when again I hear anothing rustling sound. Ignoring it, I keep drawing, when suddenly I hear footsteps. Footsteps, running. Louder, louder. Closer, Closer.
My head snaps up as I look forward. There is nothing infront of me or beside me. I feel a faint jerk at the tree, making me jump. I heard someone pant, pant really hard. I suddenly stand up and turn around to the left side of the tree when I smash into something. Hard.
i look up and see a guy i get a weird nervous feeling speechless.I pick up my sketchpad and pencil and drop them in my bag.
And itake my route to the gates of the park as hear him."hey can i talk to '".my eyes pop out and he comes closer to me well alzaya.my mouth fell right open before he could finish his sentence.
does he know me?and how? who is he?so many questions came all to my head at once i couldnt bear all this i left the park immideatley and went straight home. those questions spinning in my head the whole time. As soon as i got home i slammed the door behind me. my mother talking to her co worker obviously.Get some time for your kids i mumbled.i went straight up to my room andmoms always on the phone and ally the weirdest sister in the world freaks me out soi decide to take a lay in my bed and think who is he and how the fuck does he know me.
