Post by ANNIE on Jan 14, 2012 10:39:08 GMT -5
I wandered down the hall. My shoes click-clacked against the tile floor. Red hair covering my face, I unlocked my locker. My wing tattoos shown clearly as rays of sun flooded through a near window and onto my shoulder blades. I glanced around to see if anyone was looking, and pulled out my cell. No new messages. No missed calls. I slipped it back into my pocket. A sigh slipped from my mouth, seeing that my lock hadn't come open. I tried it again. It didn't budge. UGH! I kicked my locker and my lock randomly popped open. That's weird... But oh well! I strutted up to my locker and pulled up the handle. A dozen books fell out. Shoot. I scooped them up and put them in one by one, not afraid to be late to homeroom. Lugging my literature book onto the third shelf, I snatched up my pencils and a few erasers. I grabbed for my books, and ended up cutting my hand on a screw. Better go wash this! I said, purposefully giving myself a reason to be late. I trotted into the bathroom and rinsed off my bleeding cut. I put a piece of toilet paper on it and then left it alone.
Back in the hall, I felt very alone. Barely any teens were left and most of them were in groups of friends. My eyes fell to the floor. I felt a bit of emptiness. Lift yourself up, Annabelle. I whispered to myself in my light British accent. Don't fall down now. With my books and pencils and papers in hand, I made a very slow trek down the hall. My feet-in pumps- dragged against the floor. Another sigh left my mouth. Why was I alone?
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made by megaru . don't steal. it's so not cool. she will sick ninjas on your butt if you steal.[/center]
