Nonsense

Friendly Competition

Hello again.

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-•Ellie•-

Don't get too close,

It's dark inside~

The music blasts so loud from my earbuds, I was sure my mother would be able to hear. Yet she drives in silence, probably wanting to get me to school as fast as possible, like usual. I purse my lips, resisting the urge to mouth the words to the song. Instead, I focus on the neighborhoods speeding by, mixing into a blur of various colors. My mind recognizes the name of one particular street, the one Caden had once mentioned he lives on. The name didn't seem to fit him at all: Pierside Avenue.

I chuckle lightly, recalling the conversation we once had in which he listed ( quite persistently ) his reasons for detesting the beach. His extremely light skin tone definitely reflected that, which was odd for someone living in Florida, a peninsula for god's sake.

"Turn that down," A crisp voice says behind me, interrupting my thoughts. I twist around in the passenger seat, blinking at the owner of the high-pitched voice. My younger sister glares back at me.

"What are you pissed about now Kinsley?" I say, emotionless. The seventh grader tsks, tilting her head in an obnoxious way.

"She speaks!" She announces, voice dripping with teasing and agitation. I only huff at her, turning back around in my seat. I hear her grumble and fold her arms tightly over her chest. Kinsley and I look similar physically, seen in our high cheekbones, strong jaws, and tall statures. We have the same chocolatey brown eyes too, but that's where the similarities end. She used to have extremely long brown hair before she dyed it platinum and cut it to her shoulders. She wears shorts and tank tops while I wear skinny jeans and oversized sweaters. She spends her allowance on makeup and overpriced sunglasses while I spend mine on video games and useless trinkets. She's always out with her huge group of friends on the weekends while I claim the desktop computer for a weekend of gaming. She's just barely tipping the scale at 102 pounds while I weigh in at 138.

I sigh and blast my music ever louder, drowning out most of my thoughts. Most.

~time skip~

I step out of the van's door, Kinsley following suit.

"Bye mom! Love ya~" she chirps as she shuts the door, smiling brightly at her. Mother drives away with a small wave, turning the radio's volume up. I haul my backpack further up my back, walking quickly enough through the main gates so Kinsley won't catch up, not like she'd care enough to anyway. I watch her yell for one of her friends as she picks her pace up a bit, all the while adjusting her bangs.

I continue on through the clusters of people until I find the others in their usual spot. After a terse greeting, I sink down in a bench, waiting for Evan to arrive. A few minutes pass by before I build up enough courage to glance over my shoulder at the cafeteria's outer wall, where I know Caden sits often. He's there, leaning against the bricks with a book in hand, gaze downward. He flips through the pages, as if he is just absorbing the words on them at an incredible rate.

His hazel eyes look tired, bored. Clothes yet again dull and monochrome. His coffee-colored locks are mussed, looking particularly static today. I begin to realize how ordinary he looks. He blends in well with a crowd, floating along with a disinterested expression, subtly telling people to stay at a respectable distance. I then begin to wonder what I look like to him. My wardrobe is ordinary, my personality nothing special. I don't necessarily have any special or redeeming qualities. I am normal, I figure.

Ordinary.

My nose crinkles, eyebrows furrow.

We are all ordinary in the end. We will all eventually be forgotten.