its always been.. a normal routine..
But overnight it changed...where am i?
a-and..who is that?...
Royal families, beasts, dangerous forests, handsome yet cunning people..
i need to focus on my daylight life
its just beginning to fade away
is this...
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My eyes spark. Huh? red cross high...hmm
~Now~
These people...THEY LOOK SO FREAKIN BADASS! A loud round of claps and cheers arise from the crowd. I hear shouts like: AHHH! LOVE YOU RED BANDS! HELL YEAH! OH MY GOD! However my eyes are fixed on all the red banded people on the school rooftop. The vivid image is now permanently stuck in my head:
A guy, with a thin paper bag. Him wearing a plain white shirt and two guns by his sides. He picks up a pen and draws a smiley face on the paper bag in front of his covered face. I feel a smile underneath the bag and flinch back a little. Moving my eyes away.
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Close to the paper bag-freak another boy, seemingly more taller and slender. His eyes filled with distance, pure guilt, misery. They slide towards me, i look back at them. Him, wearing an oxygen gas-mask, a long black coat covering his uniform and a red band over his arm. The guy's white thick hair flies in the wind. Smooth, flowing gas spreads from one of the holes. i believe that's exhaled air.
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Rear to the oxygen-masked doc, a well-maintained girl. She looks my age but a lot dull and black in hair colour contrasting her skin-colour. Her eyes so flickering that no human could know where she is glancing. She too- was wearing an oxygen mask but rather holding it with sharp long fingers.
