Stabbed Hearts Two: Games of Dearth (Ben Drowned)

Staring Fires

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Leah POV

I woke up with the wind blowing in my face and the sun in my eyes. The sound of heavy traffic was almost untoticed from living in the city all my life. I got myself out of my yellow sheets and slipped into my pink fuzzy slippers on the brown carpet. My window was open again for the third time this week.  I walked over, and closed the window of my seventeen story apartment, slightly shivering from the cold. The light yellow curtains were slightly faded but I didn't care. I don't really like yellow that much anyway; it's my mom's favorite.

But still, I'm this high up, no way anyone is trying to rob us or anything, everyone knows we're just average income if that. I mean, we have a small apartment, but it's in a good neighborhood, and my school is OK conspired to the other ones on the other side of the bridge. And it's been windy lately, it must be the wind blowing it open.

I  went into my closet and got my clothes ready. I took off my yellow pajamas and blue tank top. I went into the hallway in my underwaer and bra like usual. The water was cold like usual. I got or and dried off my slightly tan skin with my pink towel and brushed my longish and curly light brown hair, looking into the mirror at myself with my ice blue eyes. I brushed my teeth, cartful not to cut myself on my canines. Yes I have big teeth, get over it.  I'm not a vampire, contrary to popular belief.

I got up to the door frame and made a mark with my fingernail so mom could see that I towered over her by exactly two feet now, whenever she had the time. I haven't grown anymore since last week, so I'm officially 6'9, still shorter than dad by what she told me. I got on the scale and wrote down my weight in the notebook on the table in the hallway. I weigh 167 pounds. Needless to say I tower over all the girls in my class as well come to think of it.

  I put on my blue jeans, and a white shirt with a black star on it. I put my hair in a high pony tail, letting my deep curls drape down to the middle of my back. I put on some makeup, but not much, just enough to cover up my blimishes and some lip gloss.

With myself ready, I made my way into the kitchen and made myself some oatmeal. While my mom spazing all over the place, I make her pancakes and sausage. I take pride in being as calm as possible.

My mother in the other hand was always a wreck. The world was ending with her no matter how small the problem. And like clovkwork, she woke up in a rush earlier, and is now running late. Mom was frantically busy with getting ready and throwing things all around her room  as of she lost her keys again.  I heard the crashing from here, and that's usually what it is.

"Mom the keys are in the cabinet" I yell calmly.

She bolts out her dishoveled room, trips over her apron strings, quickly putting them in a bow, ran over to me, and kissing me on the forehead.

"See you tonight Leelee" she says lovingly. I hate that nickname, but I know she likes it so I leave it alone.

"Bye mom" I said in my usual calm tone.

She smiles, grabs the keys while dashing out of the door, and I could hear her steps going down the stairs.  She's a baker at the local sweet store on the corner, and she dose the opening and closing so I won't see her until about ten tonight.

I looked at the clock and saw I was going to be late as well, so I calmly took my bowl and washed my dishes, got my skatedoard and walked down the stares. The elevator is always out. I don't mind going down them, but going up is a pain, especially if you leave something.

I made it outside walking past the small lobby. It's nothing much, just a armchair, a couch and an old reception desk that's empty, next to a  "out of order" sign on the elivator on the warn dark blue carpet.

I walked out the revolving door and hopped on my board, using the sight hill to give me some speed so I could get there on time. My town was huge  but thankfully I know almost every inch. My school was a few blocks away, and it was huge. It had about a thousand kids per grade.

Ever though the neighborhood is kinda nice and all, I still made a note to stay away from allies and back streets. I'm not going to get killed by some gangster wanna be. As i got cloer to the school, there were more kids on the sidewalk. I dodged all the people in the way when I got closer still to the school. Most people know me as 'that emo tall girl'. I'm not bullied thtt much, if at all, I won't allow it. Their words can't get to me, and I don't endulge their ignorance. If being quiet is being emo and smart makes me a label, that are just as stupid as they are immature.

I am not emo, I don't really care about that sort of thing. I ware what I want, but I don't ware all black and listen to death metal most of the time. I am me. I like all music, and colors. I miss being able to just be on the internet all day. I like learning, don't get me wrong, but I hate school for the people there.

School started back this week and so far it's been alright. Today is Friday. At least then maybe I'll get online and have some peace. I got to school a little early. Most people talked about 'she said this', or 'he did that' blah blah blah. The bell rings for us to go to homeroom, finally.  I got pushed from behind, but didn't fall over.

"Look Lonely Leah came to school, why don't you go back home, you poor loser" said Angela, the lead bully of my school. She was maybe 5'3, had pink pin-straight hair (from flat ironing is actually really fuzzy and naturally red) , emerald green eyes, and had on the most makeup you could possibly put on,  with bright red lipstick.  Her  light blue mini shirt and long- sleeve matching sweater made me sick. I let out a long agitated sigh.

"Look pipsqueak, move it or I'm digging my nails into your eye socket, pulling it out your eye by the optic nerve, and shoving your eye up your ass" I said walking pass her, the other girls that were near her backed up.  That's the only way you can deal with her. They all think I'm a vampire anyway so why not?

I got to my locker and put the books I needed for the day in my backpack. Class  went by slowly, especially English. I'm better at math, I wish I was in that class right now. I don't care about present participles or whatever they were called. It's the only class I almost fall asleep in. Miss Myers is a monotoned talky walky, she even makes me seem interesting. She was a tallish, plump woman with her blond hair in a bun. She wrote on the board and I took notes, looking at the clock, wishing it to be noon.

Time went by much faster after the bell rings for lunch.  My last class for the day, biology, came afterwards. I took notes while Joseph, the school's resident player bragged about how he'd banged every girl in grade 11 since Christmas break, me excluded.

He even asked me out, I said no. I don't like him. He's loud, rude, after only one thing, and I , unlike the rest of the female population here, don't find him that attractive enough to the point to were I'd let him take advantage of me. The bell rang for us to go home.

Most people would be so happy that it's the weekend but I really don't care. Sure I'm satisfied school's over for the week, but it's the same thing.

I'll go home to an empty small apartment, I'll eat a TV dinner and probably watch YouTube on my phone or computer. I'm not a downer or anything, I'm just calm all the time. Nothing really bothers me....

But a little change wouldn't be that long would it?