Dear whoever,
I feel the need to write a express your feeling note thingy today because well I feel alone. One thing about me is that I over think way way too much. Today's over thinking is on what will happen when I grow up.
I'm literally freaking out this is why I don't like to ponder about what the future has for me. Like I said before take each day as it is but that's hard to live like when everyone around you is not doing that.
Have you ever had a crush on someone but you know they're way out of your league. Again no you're a fricken piece of paper but I have. Not a particular person but it's more like having a crush on the thought of wanting somebody but being so worthless you can't have anyone. Not even sloppy Jim who sits in the back of biology and has the brain the size of a teaspoon (not that I'd want him though he's not very nice to people like me, aka outcasts).
Peace out from an outcast aka Amelia Larisa Islington.
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Outcast? I'm an outcast I'd say but who's to label who, and sloppy Jim he's in my biology which means she's in there too?
"Ashton you know how we don't know a Amelia well apparently she's in our biology" I say other to Ashton who's watching Calum and Luke play the new Mario Cart.
"Really? Well we did only just transfer to this school maybe she left before we came".
Our highschool had a fire that started by some toss pots smoking shit in the girls toilets. So then they split us among different high schools in the country. We all had to get our parents to write in to say which school would be best for us and why blah blah blah.
"Maybe, but then how did I get her notebooks" I ask more to myself which is probably why Ashton doesn't hear.
I log onto Facebook and I search up 'Amelia Larisa Islington' a lot of names pop up but one has a few mutual friends so I click on her, her profile is a picture of the mulitply album cover and her header is Matty from the 1975.
There's no pictures of her though but I'm not surprised she doesn't seem like the selfie kind of person.
I click the request button and shut down my laptop before I take it back.
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Express • Michael Clifford
Fiksi Penggemarwhen a boy by the name of Michael comes across the notebooks of a girl who's broken.