on your wayy DOWN.'s blog

           Adorned with the accessory of cheap white-rimmed aviator sunglasses along with subtle makeup (save her shiny lip gloss) that merely highlighted her features, the girl’s hand reached out to greet the cool metal door handle. Beyond the thick wooden door and tiny shatterproof window was her third period Language Arts class. It was no secret that she’s late, seeing as she is the only person in the desolate hallway. Her short faded denim cutoff shorts were frayed at the hems; her white tank top fit just well enough to make the boys think that they might have a chance. Her flip flops had slapped against the tile floor as she’d walked to class, pursing her lips as she’d quickly checked her makeup in the reflection of her phone – none other than an LG Shine. Her lips glittered with lip gloss; the pointed tips of her ears were barely visible through her platinum blonde hair.

woah dude, i haven't been here in forever.
since like, the beginning of eighth grade haha.
well i remembered it today, when i wrote some stuff in gym 'cause we were going over tennis and i was incredibly bored.
so here's something.
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Life is a promise
          a lie
          a sacrifice
          a lost cause
            an avalanche
                    waiting
              to CAVEIN

How many times
Does one have to
Make a mistake
Before they learn?

Paper crinkles
As it's passed
Up and down the aisle.
Between desks
Across desks
Someone's secret
Waiting to be told.

The hum of the heater
Buzzes and pulses through
The classroom so silent,
Always but never attentive.