I've got my book, my backpack, my mind, all on key. All in tune. Pushing past a few girls who could be 12, I swear. Smelling their sweet perfume as they hurry by, so eager to get to their classes on time, but giving them a little credit because it smells good. I slide my hand along the back door before I push it open. Suddenly filling the cold air pushing against me. I push back and win. I'm outside the school, slowly walking down a long walk way. I wore my glasses today, so I can see things clear enough to know there is no one infront of me, or to the sides.
"Ashlyn!," someone calls from behind me. "Come over here." I turn to look, already knowing that it's ------. I can tell by her voice. Only a few thoughts come to mind, like how she always smells like weed, but she has a really nice hug. How she'll listen to anything you have to say, but you'd never really trust her with anything. We aren't the closest of friends, but i've known her for a very long, long enough to know exactly what she wants.
"Wanna come?" She reaches in her pocket, and I turn away. Weed is stupid.
The wind blows my hair back as I turn the corner, around to the back of the school. I look up, and find what i'm looking for. The bleachers, empty, clear, beautifully mine. My heart starts to speed up, and I start up the steps to the football feild. One, Two, Three, Four, Five...
The bleachers, what a cool name. Bleachers. I say it aloud for just a second, but realize talking to myself will make me look like even more of a loser then I already do. So, I stop myself short. Climbing up each bench, gives me the motivation of a herd of lions. I want to run.
I want to run.
I don't, instead I sit and open my book. The Clan of the Cave Bear, hm. Embarassingly enough, I love to read... I mean, I LOVE TO READ. So, I read pretty much anything anyone tells me. My mom told me to read this one. I flip the book over to the back, and skim the summary. Cave Bears, are you kidding mom? I sigh, and look up. Is there anyway to perfectly describe a snowy, sunny, cold, warmish, beautifully, ugly day?
Didn't think so.
If I could, it'd be the veiw from the Olympus High School bleachers.
My favorite place.
"Ashlyn!," someone calls from behind me. "Come over here." I turn to look, already knowing that it's ------. I can tell by her voice. Only a few thoughts come to mind, like how she always smells like weed, but she has a really nice hug. How she'll listen to anything you have to say, but you'd never really trust her with anything. We aren't the closest of friends, but i've known her for a very long, long enough to know exactly what she wants.
"Wanna come?" She reaches in her pocket, and I turn away. Weed is stupid.
The wind blows my hair back as I turn the corner, around to the back of the school. I look up, and find what i'm looking for. The bleachers, empty, clear, beautifully mine. My heart starts to speed up, and I start up the steps to the football feild. One, Two, Three, Four, Five...
The bleachers, what a cool name. Bleachers. I say it aloud for just a second, but realize talking to myself will make me look like even more of a loser then I already do. So, I stop myself short. Climbing up each bench, gives me the motivation of a herd of lions. I want to run.
I want to run.
I don't, instead I sit and open my book. The Clan of the Cave Bear, hm. Embarassingly enough, I love to read... I mean, I LOVE TO READ. So, I read pretty much anything anyone tells me. My mom told me to read this one. I flip the book over to the back, and skim the summary. Cave Bears, are you kidding mom? I sigh, and look up. Is there anyway to perfectly describe a snowy, sunny, cold, warmish, beautifully, ugly day?
Didn't think so.
If I could, it'd be the veiw from the Olympus High School bleachers.
My favorite place.
song of the day: CLICK ME.
