“Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.”
― Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger
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I woke up early today. It was Monday and it was wonderful to see the world again. I'm the type of person who loves to see everything and I'm the type of person who doesn't seem to mind when people catcch me staring into the trees or to the streets inanimatedly. I'm very observant too, but I don't really share the things I notice. I'm pretty weird and different, but hey! That's what makes me me.
"Dee, look what I got for you!" That's my bestfriend Kelsi. She's been my bestfriend for as long as I can remember. I see her running across the street to my house. I was sitting in a panda-shaped couch that I didn't bother to put inside my small mint-colored house. I'm now living independently. I don't know why my parents allowed me to, but they seem to be very trusting of me living on my own.
"Yeah? What is it?" I rolled the sleeves of my black All Time Low sweater up.
"I have two tickets to watch the new movie....." She continued to talk but I'm spacing out into my own dreamland.
"DEE!!" Kelsi snaps me out of my trance. "Do you even know what I'm talking about?"
"Yes. Movie and stuff," I said weakly.
"Yeah, movie and then we could dye our hair after in my house." Oh, it would just be our usual "friday after-school hang-outs" when we usually go somewhere first then go to her or my house after and do stuff together. These are times when I usually go awkward because she usually talks about school and the social life she is currently having. I seriously can't believe how I kept up with her through the years.
"Oh, that'd be awesome," since finally I could dye my hair into another color. A month ago I dyed my originally blonde hair to black and now, you vould see the blonde roots of my hair sticking out everywhere.
"Are you,like, so excited?!" Kelsi twirls.
"Yup." I also tried to twirl like her, except in a pretty clumsy way.
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We walked to school and thankfully we weren't late. We sometimes have to run fast to school since we'd spend so much chattering than actually going to school.
Hours went by and this day is pretty much normal.
Finally, my last period was Spanish. I seriously sucked at the language and I seriously don't know why I'm still taking it after the years. I sat on my normal seat. Waiting for Mrs. Martinez to arrive. I bit on my pink painted nails. It's been my bad habbit since kindergarden.
I saw a new student walk through the door and sat to my right. His hair was dark brown, almost black. His eyes were the color of the ocean and he was wearing a cerulean sweater with a 'This whole world is wild at heart and weird on top.' a quote by David Lynch. Since I'm not blessed with great skills when it comes to introductions, I just stared at the window to my left and ignored him.
An hour goes by, Mrs. Martinez dismissed us and I went home reading one of my favorite horror books while listening to my Maroon5 cd.
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author's note : sorry if it's too short and Mrs. Martinez was inspired by my grass eating friend @ilovejemzzz. lol. jst kidding . and since Maroon 5 is the favortie band of @sxxcialized, the person I'm dedicating this chapter to, why not add it right ? :D
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