Thursday, 1 April 2010
03:41:25 PM (GMT)
And, sometimes, when it seems hard to survive, just look above the clouds and
sunshine will open for you.
Riley leaned her head against the window of the bus. She absolutely hated school
field trips like you couldn't believe. The boyas were even more of jerks, it was
boring for the friendless, and the girls were extra bitchy. As if they needed that.
Not to mention she was in that time of month where she became the 'EXTRA BITCH.'
And, yes, it did need capitals.
"Okay, class, I'm goingt o get a head count, and then we'll leave the bus," her
teacher whose name she hadn't bothered to find out declared in a high-pitched, too
The boys let loose pealing laughter. She heard zippers from in front of her.
Disgusting, immature jerks.
"Hey, freak, show us your head!" she heard someone call.
For some reason, that small saying, from everything she had heard before which was
much worse, set her off. She lifted her solemn face, removing her sunglasses and
pushed away the dark cutrin of her hair. "Fuck. Off." Her voice was low and
dangerous, and she released the power of her stare on them.
You could hear the collective gasp from around her.
"Look at her eyes!" "They're different colors!"
She smirked, then, very slowly and in a prideful way, got up off the bus. Everybody
seemed beneath her for that one moment. They didn't have what she had. They didn't
have the power that surged through her with such speed and such lightening hotness,
Closing her eyes for a brief moment, she felt the soft breeze against her skin, and
she saw. She saw herself as how she looked to others. A skinny, ashen brown freak
with creepy eyes and and a weird way of dressing. She shivered slightly, then
continued walking. Nothing new right?
She slipped her shades back on, but the damage was already done.
Last edited: 2 April 2010