❛ 𝔦 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔪 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔦'𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢. ❜
→ * . & ━━ a girl by the name
of sar, who can walk through dreams, finds
herself drawn to her hometown and into a
bigger m...
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SARA HOPPER WALKED THROUGH HER HIGH SCHOOL DOORS. The lyrics of Bowie's Rebel Rebel sung through her ears as she skipped through the busy corridor. Her art books were safely tucked in her arms, walkman hanging loosely in her fingertips. The chord of her headphones was curled dangerously around her neck. She'd become accustomed to the bustle of the crowds, though they made have made her nervous before. She passed Tommy and Carol, the latter whose eyes dragged down her as if unimpressed by what she saw. Sara just gave them no attention, dark jacket draping over her shoulders. She was wearing a yellow skirt again.
"Miss Hopper—headphones out!" Ms Gerald exclaimed. Sar ignored her, walking past with her books safely tucked in her arms. "Miss Hopper!" The girl just picked up her pace until she was jogging down the hall and slipping between the crowd before the teacher could catch her.
She strolled casually to her locker, a slight spring in her step. People gaze her quick glances as she passed, eyeing her outfit and the headphones she had over her ears. Sara supposed she was what people called 'alternative'. Not weird, but a bit eccentric and different from the popular pretty jerks who ran the school. At some point she'd stopped giving a crap. She slowed as she reached her locker, unlocking it quickly and dumping her things inside. The girl had been lucky enough to sport a locker right beside an empty one, which meant she had no annoying shoulders to hit her in the breaks beneath each period. She shoved her backpack in and pulled a jar of her best paintbrushes from one of the shelves. Her things balanced in her arms as she kept her walkman playing.
Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress.
Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess.
Sara pulled off her headphones as she spotted a familiar tall brunet grabbing his books out of his locker. She took a running leap onto his back, pulling her arms loosely around his neck. "Steve!" The teenagers making their way down the corridor gave the two an odd look. She slid off his back with a laugh and heard him chuckling too. Steve turned around, pulling off his sunglasses. "Why do you wear those inside?" she accused. He just shrugged and slipped them so they were sitting on his hair. She snatched them off his head as he let out an 'oi!' and put them on her face. "I think they looked better on me." Steve raised his eyebrows and ran a hand through his hair. They were too large on her face, slipping down her nose and getting caught in her long blonde hair, but she looked kind of adorable in them. Her fingers reached up to adjust them, pulling a strand of her hair out against her neck. "Nice, right?"
He just shook his head with the breath of a laugh. She turned her head as she spotted their two friends. Nancy and Jonathan strolled down the hall, books in hand, the two chatting as they walked against the stream of people. Nancy Wheeler was the epitome of beauty. Her hair was cut short, framing her sharp jaw. Sara would be lying if she said she wasn't the slightest bit jealous. The girl flashed them a smile as they approached and Sar squinted her blue eyes through the sunnies. "Hey, Nance, don't you think I look better in Steve's glasses?"
