colderthandeath
It didn't matter how much she did. It only mattered how much she did for the short time she lived. And in that short time before she died, she lived an entire lifetime.
Some said that she was born with two brains in one head. Some said that she was born with two minds in one brain. Rumours and prejudice. Everyone stuck to their belief. After spending so much time with others, she wasn't so sure who she was anymore.
She was a member of the environmental club. All she ever talked about was reducing, reusing, and recycle. Protect the forest. Save the animals. But that's not what he wanted. He wanted to carry around leather Givenchy briefcases. She wanted to live in Vancouver but he wanted to live in New York. Although they were a couple, they live in individual bubbles.
That was all she wanted in life. She wanted to be dressed in Givenchy and Alexander McQueen, driven around in a Rolls Royce Phantom and fed gourmet food made by chefs from Paris. (She would eat very little of it of course, so that she can fit in her couture gowns bought for special occasions.)
T'was the last day of school before spring break. Everything falls into place last minute. Silence. Two weeks of absolute silence. It's 3:07pm. You're dismissed.