[WARNING: This story may contain sexual content, violence, and swearing. People who are sensitive to these themes should NOT read this book.]
"Yeah, better safe than sorry, but has it ever crossed your mind that you're playing it too safe?"
I've al...
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For someone that not only is idealistic and imaginative but also, a dreamer it was hard not to be easily lost in thought.
The feeling of being trapped in a state of mind that controls your every movement. The feeling like you're on clouds, floating on endless images and thoughts.
But sometimes these thoughts are not only uncontrollable but are thoughts that I tried to repress. And for the whole afternoon, thoughts on the blue-eyed boy plagued my mind.
All through my first to fifth period, I was in a daze. I was unable to absorb anything my teacher has said. It all went lost in my mind with images filled of the blue-eyed boy.
His icy, piercing blue eyes was all I could remember. That cold, intimidating, chilling blue that swirled around his pupil, with streaks of warm, murky green that hid behind it. How much I wish I could run my hands through that silver-platnium blonde hair. And that well-sculpted jawline.
Three. Don't think about him.
I shook myself out of my thoughts and quickly walk out of my fifth-period and towards the cafeteria to have lunch.
I have asked Dylan to wait for me in the cafeteria to have lunch with me since he's a Junior and I have no other time in school to be able to see him.
My anxiety heightened when I realized I would probably have to deal with the stares, especially after what happened with Blue-eyes in the first period.
I walked out of my fifth period and through the hallway as stares were directed towards me, watching each and every one of my move. Some had stopped their conversation and turned their attention towards me. Others blatantly stared at me. People have parted to let me through in curiosity and wonder
Each step I took felt heavier, the weight of their stares held me down. I started to shake with the intensity of their stares. The further I walked through the hallway, the more anxious I felt.
It felt like I was going down a never-ending hole, almost as if I was like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. The only difference we have is that she is spiraling down in fear of oblivion while I am going down in fear of the society. (A/N: I feel like this paragraph is terrible)
I kept my head down, staring at my sneaker as I took each step, avoiding eye contact. But before I was able to reach the cafeteria, I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder.
I looked up to see a tall and skinny girl dressed in a tight fitting and dangerously short skirt and wrapped around her butt. Her blonde curls bounced around as she rested her perfectly manicured hand on my shoulder, stopping me.
