queenjac
I dropped onto the ground, cursing at the loud thump that my shoes made against the pavement. That window had been the wrong one, but I had no way of knowing which way to turn next. I couldn't exactly call up Mason and ask where he lived. His mother had made it very clear the last time we saw each other that they had moved across town for a reason. A reason named Katie.
This summer I decided not to leave my house. The sun was too hot, the kids were too happy and none of my clothes even looked like they belonged outside. They looked like they needed to be put away in a special home for some "quality time and reflection".
It was an early Sunday evening and the moon had just opened its eyes to look into the night. The moonlight did little to disguise the wearinss of the streets below. Even the roads looked ragged, as if the ground had been stomped on too many times leaving the granite bruised and battered.
I waited for him to finish the chapter before I made mysel heard."Well? What did you think?"
He scoffed before throwing the novel over his shoulder. "What a complete waste of the imagination. Is this what ancient man had in mind when they started carving art on to stone? I doubt it."
Tell lies firmly and without blinking. Turn away from the needy. Always have money in your pocket and don't think about love too much. That is how you succeed in this life.
The noise splattered against my ears like the bang issued from a cannon. Opening my eyes, I looked madly around untill I found Carly staring at me, the dirty whites of her eyes opened so wide that she looked like an electrocuted owl.
"What happened? What's wrong?!"
"Admit it, you had fun tonight."
I glanced at her quickly and then turned back to my mug of beer. "Maybe", I grunted. "Felt like an idiot though."
She laughed. "You looked it. But it's a memory I suppose."
She sat under the tree, watching as drops of blood slowly stained the ground with their dark juices.
Dammit.
After all her mothers nagging about her appearance Cassie had decided to spite her by cleaning the smallest part of herself. She would work diligently, and then run outside into the rain, drenching herself to the skin in mud. When Anne had finished losing her voice from yelling at the mess, Cassie would calmy remove her hands from her pockets and floursh her hands out before her, waving her fingertips in a picture of perfect beauty.
Cassie sighed sadly to herself.That had been the plan anyway.
How was she to know she would break a nail?
I suppose as you grow up, you're meant to become more practical, but I just can't seem to get rid of drama. It gets to the point where I'm stressing over what to have for dinner, which is stupid really, because I'm just going to eat it anyway.
"Fuck!" I swore to myself as I twisted my way through the wave of people, trying to find a way out of the train station and onto the street. Seeing a corner up ahead, I rushed forward, jerking my body forward in a strange half run/half limp manouvere that made me look more beast than man.
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