POPPY'S POV
Cause baby I could build a castle
Out of all the bricks they threw at me
And every day it's like battle
But every night with us is like a dream
Baby we're the new romantics
Come on, come along with me
Heart break is the national anthem
We sing it proudly
We're too busy dancing
To get knocked off our feet
Baby we're the new romantics
The best people in life are free
These lyrics blare into my ears as I make my way towards school. Everyday I spend in this deadbeat town is spent daydreaming about New York. I wish I could get out of Ohio. I just have to survive two more years until I turn 18 and can leave. It couldn't come soon enough.
As I'm walking I drop my cigarette and step on it snuffing the smoke before any school figure sees me. There are some benefits of walking to school.
There is a blanket of white snow along the whole school courtyard. In it, I only see one figure. He's wearing a grey button up with a brown leather jacket, black jeans, has curly jet black hair, and black circular sunglasses that are pointing strait in my direction.
