As a younger child, I danced along the flowered fields and danced all day in the sun shine and blah blah blah. That's what you want to hear right. Well actually it starts like this.
GET UP CHILDREN! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!
Uhhhhhh. Waking up with a start. I get up from my bed, grab my hand-me-down cloaths and get ready for the day. I wear my usually black high rise black shorts and a black and white striped long sleeve. High white socks and my convers, and my fadora hat. I run out with my back pack and books, camera bag rapped around my shoulder and body and run past the other kids making their way out of bed and on their way down stairs. I run past them, through the kitchen were I find my younger fellow house mates eating Cheerios and drinking orange juice. Hana asks if I want breakfast but I run out before she finishes her sentence. I'm not in a rush to get to the bus stop, nor am I in a rush to get to school. I just can't stand the orphanage. After 16 years of being there, you learn to hate it. I make my way to the bus stop and sit on the rickety bench with music in my ears. Hoping time passes by fast enough to get me through the day. As I listen to, To Build A House by some band on my phone, the other kids start to show up. Soon the bus arrives and we all push through onto the bus. I sit near the back with my backpack on the seat next to me and my music blaring. I get out my drawing book and with the crisp morning air coming though the windows, the glimpse of the sun coming over the harison, I listen to my music and sketch the sky. A beautiful sight I must say. The earth stays all dark as the sky almost sucks all the color out of it and shows are color scheme acrossed the sky. Blends the colors well and makes the sky seem more alive. Crisp air floods through the window and pushes my hair aside like a general hand pushing back my hair. The sun almost like the warm touch of someone against your skin as it warms you. The music in my ears, a calm reminder that sometime you don't need to say exactly how your feeling. You can say it in a way that people feel the emotion in their hearts and the beat and melody explain exactly what the lyrics mean even if you don't pick up on the lyrics straight away. I watch as the morning life runs along the fields and forests passing by and wishing the run away with them. As we finally pull into the school grounds, I pack up my stuff and get ready to indoor my least favorite part of my day. School.
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We Learn From Our Faults
RomanceA rollercoaster of emotions, obstacles and a story of finding yourself through all your faults and beauty. Even if you can't see them.
