A bell wakes me but I don't open my eyes or get up, just letting it ring as I try to fall back asleep. It wouldn't hurt to miss first period...or the rest.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I finally wake around third period and moan, standing and throwing on sweats and a plain white tee. I put my hair up in a messy bun, strands of blonde hanging down. I wear my converse and slip my phone in my bra, grabbing my backpack and heading out.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
And I think I'll skip this one. I turn around to head out when the coach catches me, making conversation while herding me to the locker room. Or not...
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I change and am practically dragged outside. I stand awkwardly by the door, praying to be struck by lightning or anything that would get me out of this.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind