Broken Glass

Ya'know.. Walking in on a murder is no picnic. You go through the music like a long walk through broken glass. Often painful. Often bloody. No kidding around.

I was just a normal girl. Bland, even. But who cares about it? Another plain Jane you might think to be misunderstood. Haha. Think again. Plain? PLAIN?! That is the very insult of our kind today! Makes me smile at the thought of it. I just might be the "Tim Burton" of Elmore High. Though, I'm not quite misunderstood. I'm very well popular unlike people may think. Beautiful, brunette, thin. I'm everything someone would wish to be. Not tonight. Not now. Not anymore. For I bid you good night.