Thread:Kyrah101/@comment-5750239-20140210041323/@comment-5750239-20140518022604

kk, here it is:

Her sneakers squeaked as she moved down the empty hallway. Little light came through the already dingy windows. Her feet turned the corner and she continued her already rather lonely walk. The doors banged behind her. Her hood came up and covered her head, hiding her face from the outside world. She plugged her buds in and made her way along the rugged streets littered with dirt, trash, and the slight smell of smoke wafting through the air. Small piles of dust scuffed her shoes as her head bobbed slightly to the music pounding into her head. A paper fell towards a trashcan as she dragged her hand away. It never made it. The wind carried the paper away, the message written on it forever lost. The leaves rustled on the trees planted next to her walkway, ambient noises rare in the fast-paced city. Few people passed her as they were out to dinner or had recently arrived home. Not one took notice of the flickers of emotion held in her eyes. Most did not even bother to glance at the girl as her swift movements carried her steps farther away from them. The sun fell behind the landscape and dim streaks of color were all that were left in the sky. She ducked her head while she trotted down the steps leading her to a large mass of people. Loud and soft voices rang through the underground cavity. Slipping her card across the scanner, she made her way over to a particularly paltry group of people. She stood in silence, her blank stare pointed at nothing in particular. She appeared normal to the human eye, "just another teen" as some might say. In truth, yes, her exterior was nothing extraordinary, but no heart can be classified as customary. The most difficult thing is though, for most, looking for the heart takes long periods of time. Only few in the world can see the heart of someone the moment they meet them. The train arrived and she stepped on, among the others that were with her. Her footing placed her beside a pole smudged and dull from years of use. For all that time, those around her never changed her mood even the slightest. Her clouded gaze remained as the car jerked her and the others around for minutes on end. A sudden touch to the breaks threw several people off balance. Moments passed and many exited the car, she with them. Her feet touched stairs again and she was led to higher ground, ready to mosey on over to her home. The air here was a little clearer as she had reached the residential unit. Pesky robins scattered the street looking for late night scraps. Clouds passed, covering stars reaching to share their own shine with the world. Her hood slipped a little revealing small streaks of her autumn hair. Strings were pulled, holding the hood in its current position. Her closed fist released and dropped down to her side. The sparkle in her eye had lost its touch years before. Silent memories sent pricks to her brain, causing her to close her eyes for moments of time. A single moment washes over her and sends her against the wall. She slumps into a sitting position, her hands instinctively moving to shield her from her dreaded thoughts. She was transported to only hours before where she watches herself from the corner of the room. ~The homeroom bell had just rung and students were chatting in clusters, happy that Friday had finally rounded the bend. Sports events, visiting relatives, and planning coffee shop and movie visits were all amiss in the conversation. Each plan was both glorious and horribly meaningless at the same time. Only one student took no part. She was there, sitting alone at the back of the room, buds in her ears as they always seemed to be. Glances hit her from time to time, but the eyes shifted away instantly. Her solitude was not of or by choice. Simply put, had it been her choice, she would have been among friends, laughing and enjoying how free and able she was being herself. Alas, as cold as the polar wind blows, such were the tingles that touched her as the eyes of others narrowed with the passing gazes moving from her still, disconsolate form.