What is it about Mondays? Could they be any more dull, monotonous? She was sure they could, so she wasn't gonna push her luck. They were always the same, coming out of a weekend unwillingly.
She was jaded.
Or felt like it at least. Sitting through trad class at 9am was enough to make anyone jaded if it wasn't for the good smelling guy in front of her. TJ. Admiring his tattoos. What was it about a guys' smell that could make your stomach have knots. Reminded her of Jake. Mm. She wondered how he was doing. He made it to Vancouver, she didn't. Perhaps it was for the best. Or something like that. She wasn't exactly sure how she felt about not b
Weekend.
Weekends were fun. Spanning from Friday to those few moments before you had to wake up on Monday morning. Next weekend would be more fun (hopefully). Bid night for Fraternities meant parties at each house. But for now, it was the calm before the storm.
Friday was nice. She'd met Edward Norton. Really. Ok, not really. But a boy who looked exactly like him, except 15 years younger. But his voice, mannerisms, and the way he looked. Oh wow. She was glad she got out of bed an hour early go to sit in on her friends' class, getting ideas on how to make it interesting. He was quite amusing. It made the morning. As boys often did. She felt
Its thursday, and she didn't have any classes, except for one, but a discussion is not really a class. It's like any other thursday- hot and humid. Damn the weather, she really did loathe and dispise it. She wanted it to be cold, jeans and hoodie weather, not jeans and t-shirt and still be hot weather. The a.c blew the feathers on the top of her voodoo doll as she sat at the desk, writing him a letter.
Its hard to scream at someone in a letter. Tell them how much you hate them when you really don't have them at all. More dissapointment if anything hung in her words. He didn't tell her this time. He just...left. She didn't know why. Last time
Another Wednesday Lunch Break by spooki, literature
Literature
Another Wednesday Lunch Break
Feet clad in black DCs with jeans barely letting the soles show were placed up on a table as black lacquered fingernails tapped off the end of a cigarette. An americano sat on the table near her feet, David added extra hazelnut, as always, just for her. Metal benches weren't really that comfortable to sit on, but it was in the shade, and in this city shade was quite welcome. Head leaned against the pole as eyes rolled lazily over to David who was singing, trying to get the words set down to a new song. It was a lull, that pleasent half an hour between classes where most people were in one and not causing him to want to shoot one of the sorori
[and so it began]
[with the reign of deNasci over and with the Switchblade reign beginning, they didn't think hell could get much deeper]
[or could it?]
[everything about you is how I wanna be.your freedom comes naturally.everything about you resonates happiness.now I wont settle for less.everything about you pains my envying.your soul cant hate anything.everything about you is so easy to love.they are watching you from above]
[human? No, not really. Though they were fancied. Oh yes. Vampire? Perhaps. But nothing like the two prior. Oh no]
[she was her own]
[Saskia's realm resided on the seventh plane of hell. They thought that was it.
[a day I'll never forget. She was reprimanding me again for everything I was doing, for sleeping with that one soldier, for not acting lady like. I had heard that nagging everyday since I had returned home. Why couldn't she just accept it? But today, it was especially bad. She kept yelling at me, calling me a whore, a no good, a failure…those words echoed throughout my mind. I couldn't take it, it was like a nightmare. I acted on my emotions that day. That day, I killed my mother. I did it quickly…in the midst of her yelling, my right hand moved to my hip and gun holster. She yelled at me for not paying attention. 'Gomen'. I said. She said it
~Prelude: A Little About Sophie~
Sophie is a 17 year-old girl in a private high school. She has had clinical depression for 6 years, and is constantly battling against it. Living where things are purely superficial, a unique Sophie had trouble existing, and the issues in her head and problems she faces are constantly leading her to breakdown. This is one in a series of stories that I plan to write about Sophie.
|.:*Sophie's Problem*:.|
Could it have been so wrong yet so perfect? It was Valentines' Day, her most least favorite day of the year. Girls walked around with flowers, some on their boyfriend's arms or holding hands- others were sha
En pax pacis requietum illam anhelo. Decido itero. Ita directus. Spiritus directus. She groaned, laying on her back, staring right up at the sky…it was soon over…she'd been tormented long enough…she glanced up at Ridley…
"Take me home…"
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…it was cold and rainy outside, as Alex sat on her bed, staring absentmindedly at the window, watching the rain hit it in sheets. Rubbing her forehead, she sighed…things had been wearing down her mind, till there was nothing but her bare functions left, and only the haunting memories stayed, whist the rest vanished into oblivion. She'd been offered help, but refused it. Sh
Okies. So..gonna be cleaning out this account soon. Alot of my new work will be put on http://spookit.deviantart.com *hehe*. yes, this is mainly for my teachers so they can see the stuff i want 'em to see. :) so soon only that will be updated. I think. I 99.9% sure. ehh..*goes to sleep at work*
alright, so i'm a HORRIBLE HORRIBLE SLACKER! i swear i'll have something up soon, i swear it.
i promise on pain of death if you spring my from this cell i'll take you to the black pearl and your bonnylass. hehe.
sorry. i'll do something. promise.