Sunday, 7 June 2009
12:40:51 AM (GMT)
She looked around. Was it a dream? The smile printed on his lips, his arms around
her keeping her safe and warm. It couldn't be. Her eyes slowly narrowed and her lips
formed into a sad frown. A dream could never come true, as so many people told her.
Life wasn't something you could wish to be the best and it will be. She wasn't happy.
He wasn't here, Nor there. as tears streaked her pale face, she kept quiet.
" You're messed up." She heard him say. The words were sad, and gave her a sad
feeling. Her messed up blond hair had sky blue streaks in it, all hair cascading down
her body to her waist, her hazel eyes red from crying. She yawned. Just a dream. The
clocks ticked. Strike. Midnight. She leaned back.
Waking up, seventeen-year-old Kira yawned. That night would have lasted forever. But
she was tired, so she fell asleep. Now she was late. Very late. Parents at work. Kira
got up, and lazily walked into the bathroom to freshen up, put on contacts, brush her
teeth and messed up hair.
After, she walked into the kitchen. There was utensils all around and the dishes
were piled up. She was too lazy to cook today. A poptart would do. She picked a
chocolate chip poptart packet up and opened it, tired still. She took a pretty large
bite, and went upstairs once again to get dressed. Throwing the poptart carelessly
onto her bed, she stripped her clothes off, and pulled her uniform on, annoyed with
the skirt and everything else. Slipping on socks and shoes lazily, she sighed. Kira
went downstairs and walked to the wooden door. She put a hand on the cold metal of
the knob and turned it, locking the door and walking to school. Another dull day,
seeing HIM. She shivered at that thought, and walked to the school, her tie messed up
along with her hair.