The girl sat on the roof. She peered out into the distance of buildings and people...however she heard no sound, for she was higher than some of the towering flats beside her. Finally, she was higher than most things; still, her problems kept laughing down at her. Meters above her though, so she couldn’t reach them and throw them off the fringe of the building.
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That girl was me.
Brown, scruffy hair that hasn’t been washed for at least a fortnight. The same oversized hoodie to hide the ugliness that surfaced at the skin. Grey joggers that masked the horrible legs underneath them. Not to mention the face. You can’t hide your face, for people will judge you even more. You can only cover it up with the same hourly makeup routine of these pretty girls every single morning. But then that’s fake, and just not quite me.
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I slouched on the very edge. The sunset transformed me from an ugly school girl to a dark silhouette in the sky. I liked that. Not being noticed gives me a soothing feeling, peace almost. You’re alone until you’re lonely; then the pain sets in of being an outsider...an abnormal teenager that never fits in. Just another useless girl. A girl with grade C’s across the board, a nocturnal sleep schedule and stress of keeping the family together. Not that that ever really worked out.
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The only thing I could do was act. On stage I was a worry-guts and could hardly say something without stuttering, yet it all felt so magical to me. Automatically you were someone else. Not in your own world, but another character’s: it wasn’t ever similar to me, nor realistic. Just away from my own rubbish town and exhausting life.
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Looking out to the night sky, I swung my legs carelessly off the verge of the roof and breathed. Tears formed in my eyes and quickly dropped down to the paved road below. Cars were speeding down the road, but I couldn’t even hear the honks or sounds of skidding, for I was so elevated above ground.
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I shuffle further towards the edge and feel the breeze float over my face and bare neck. My clothes begin to ripple in the soft air, but drop back down my body in a matter of minutes. The wind is beginning to weaken and leave me sitting alone on the edge…alone, where no one will see me return. As I was now the girl that sits on the rooftops.
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