Lost

Can't i just be myself?

"Hi, Emma!"

What was I supposed to assume? I just thought there was another Emma and the voice was talking to her, you can't blame me, I've tried to make friends... never worked.

Dont you dare pity Me.

So I've found a new hobby to take up, Writing. I always write random stuff but i started writing books in my notebook, I've made my own characters and it feels amazing, I always try and work on as many talents as I can, I thought it will help people like me. Didn't work, but it did help me have something to do.

Anyway I've went way of topic.

Stupid brain and it's short attention span.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Asked the voice

Gosh, do I really have to have a reason?

I start singing loudly this song I heard a car blasting while I waited in traffic with my parents to ignore.

"He said, "Let's get out of this town.
Drive out of the city, away from the crowds."
I thought heaven can't help me now.
Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down"

I feel so freaking amazed when she completes the next part, her voice is beautiful.

But does she realize that we're standing at my locker in the middle of the hall?

"-He's so tall and handsome as hell
He's so bad but he does it so well
I can see the end as it begins
My one condition is-"

"Say you'll remember me
Standing in a nice dress,
Staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks-"

I sighed inaudibly and turned around to see my cousin, she's extremely pretty, she had straight auburn hair and beautiful brown eyes, her lips where perfect... not chapped like mine, and her body was so elegant, slim, tanned and fit.

"Hey France!" Said a popular, she had a button nose and looked foreign, wearing a short skirt and blouse.

France had moved up the ranks fast, I think that's what it is anyway, the popular rank... the normal rank.... the unpopular rank... and the bullied. I have no idea what rank I'm in, I'm kind of invisible in this school.

"Bye" I uttered a few swear words when she gave me a creepily fake smile.

"I never told you my name darling! It's France, isn't it a nice name?" she said, popping another smile that wasn't at all necessary.

"No, it's cringe-worthy," I murmured

"So... what about your name?"

I was tempted to lie and say my name was Paris, just to spice this up a bit.

"How about you come over for a sleepover! It'll be fun! I'm inviting tiara!" I couldn't help but notice the smug look on her face when she said the name "tiara" (Yes one of the popular girls name is tiara, I wonder if she took it from my little pony, or whatever that show with talking colorful ponies fighting is named)

The temptation to do something stupid took over again. "Not in a million years." I said to her, she gave me this over exaggerated hurt look.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes b*tch I'm sure" I said rolling my eyes

"You're so rude" she pouted

She looked extremely disappointed when I gave her the middle finger but nodded... for some reason... and left to join a group of happily chatting girls.

Of course.

The bell rings and I run to my class.

I seat myself in the back, practicing on my shading on a scrap piece of paper while the teacher rants on about facts I've already memorized.

"You know what?" The foreign button nose whispered to her freind

"What?"

"The dork committed suicide, Kylo must've went over with her,"

"Really? Honestly what an idiot, suicide?"

"I know right?"

...

I sat in the cafeteria, eating alone.

I saw France in the popular table, gossiping about the suicide that made my heart ache, from what I know that the girl was driven over the top with bullying and committed suicide, and didn't even seem to care that they where the cause, still insulting her and laughing about how stupid she was to commit suicide.

I think they should get a heart surgery, something called emotion is missing.

Sighing, I slipped the spoon with some mash potatoes into my mouth, it was quite nice to be honest.

I should sketch something to pass the time..:

Thinking of sketching ideas, I could draw the populars...

Popular girls when they're on their "Act" and when they're around unpopular or bullied.

Putting a snotty look on their faces, and making them look fake was what I had in mind when I took out a small sketch book form my pocket along with a small pencil.

Hah, I love hating the populars behind their backs, it's satisfying.

————————————————————————————————————————

That suicide? I have a full short story (one chapter long!) of it on my account! Go check it out if you'd like

VOTE

COMMENT!

Share!

Sending my love!

Ailani maubee