Surrounded by the people who are suppose to be the nicest in the school, I feel completely lost. My mind is floating away with every word uttered, every laugh heard. When looking around, there isn't one seat that doesn't have someone laughing or chatting with a friend. Except for me. Alone, like usual, I sit, just waiting. Waiting for someone to say something. Waiting for the moment where someone mumbles my name either in distaste or questioning. But it never happens. The time never comes. So I sit, like the little school girl that I am suppose to be, and stare. Not at other people, but at the world inside of my head. At what reality could be if I wanted it to be like that.
The Betrayer is sitting with a new friend and chatting her butt off. She knows I am there. She knows I am sitting alone. But I don't give her the pleasure of making a face or showing my emotions like an open book. Instead, I wait for her gaze to flit over to me. To feel her stare on my features. A few years ago, there would have been pity in her gaze, or sorrow for being unable to sit by me. But the only emotion written in her eyes is... Nothing. Just cold, nothingness. She is a void, soaking in all of the information that she can so that she can use it later on. There is no hint of curiosity. And in her eyes, I see me reflected back in every way.
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RandomI will write random stuff that I am either feeling or thinking at the time. I hope that you don't get too freaked out, my mind is really weird.
