Quiet.
Quiet.
Quiet quiet quiet, that's the first thing everyone is thinking about when they here the name Alaska.
"Oh Alaska she is the quiet girl!"
"Can she even speak?
"I think she is mute"
"She is just looking for attention"
Alaska is used to it by now, really it doesn't bother her anymore.
But sometimes she's wondering what it's like to be able the speak in front of people without the extremely awkwardness and anxiety going through her body.
She hate it when people ask her "why are you so quiet?"
Because I am. That's how I function.
I don't ask you "why are you so noisy? Why do you talk so much"
It's rude.
Alaska doesn't have any friends. She's just so scared of what people think of her.
Maybe if she was different, people would want to be her friend, or actually acknowledged her if she walks in the hallways at school.
But she's not.
Unfortunately.
It's okay, really, somebody like her wasn't worth much at all she thought.
Alaska hated every single inch of herself.
She read to escape it all, to live Through other people eyes.
And she loves it.
You can always find her in the library around the corner of her house. She practically lives in the library.
So as usually she sits here on the table were she always sit. With a cup of coffee and a book.
She looks up from her book too see a guy staring right at her.
She looks him in the eye and blush hard. As fast as she can she hides behind her book.
Okay. Well that was awkward.
