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"There she is again" David leaned and whispered. And he was right, there she was. She was tall, with long black hair and a beautiful smile. Who was I compared with her? She walked with elegance as she made her way over to the third row, fourth seat back, the one right in front of me. Her hair smelt like sweet lemons, oddly enough, and it brushed my papers to the ground from time to time. But i didn't care. Everything about her was amazing. It was hard not to be distracted by her from time to time. She as amazingly beautiful. I remember thinking that it would be close to impossible for her to want to be with a wretch like me. "Leanna?" The sound of her name made my hearing sharpen. It had been the teacher who spoke. "Do you know the answer to number seventeen? Since you were late to class i presume that you were getting some extra study time in. So the answer t number seventeen, please?" the teachers voice was accusing, and sharp. Leanna just hung her head and looked down at her paper. She as different today, sad, almost depressed. I didn't like it. The teacher's face took host to the color red and she walked to her desk in silence. She pulled out a yellow slip from her desk drawer, the third one tis week. Leanna stood and started packing up her things, she knew what the yellow slip meant. She got it a lot. Well, recently that is. She walked over to the teacher's desk and held out a delicate hand. Then slowly made her way out the classroom door. Her black hair flowing behind her. Everyone watched as she left, and the room looked a little less bright, colorful when she left. Yeah, i missed her once the door closed behind her.
She felt nauseated as she was walked down the hall away from the classroom that suffocated her. She hated being there. She walked briskly down the hall to detention where she was greeted by the warm face of Ms. Bacon, the detention supervisor, but Leanna just called her illy, by her first name. "Again Leanna?" she asked with a frown. Leanna tilted her head and looked at the ground. She was fully aware of the disappointment in Tilly's voice. "Yeah". she said. "I'm sorry Tilly, really. Its just that I cant stand to be in her class." even though it was more like she didn't care to be there anymore. Tilly looked at her doubtful, then smiled. "Well, don't make it a habit kiddo. ok?" She said a sweetly. Leanna nodded her head and walked over to a nearby seat. avoiding paper balls, spit wads, and noisy child like teenagers. She sat there staring at the floor for some time, wondering if she had always done that out of habit, or if it was just recently picked up. No, it was new, she finally decided. Everything was new, all of her fear, anger, hatred and embarrassment was new, fresh, revolting. She pulled out her journal and began to write about how her life was being cut short by the ruthless hand of time. there was nothing hat she could do. Fiercely, her pen saturated the pages of her journal with words of frustration, and depression. She laughed bitterly out loud at all of the students around her, how they just took their lives for granted, and here she was, burning to just have the opportunity that they all so willingly throw away. It was humorous to her how all of these people had no idea about the damaged heart hat she was withholding beneath her rib cage. No one. well, at least no one in this room, she thought.
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Wow! kmp |
