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    Wrong Place, Wrong Time



    ♪ "Heads in the clouds, but my gravity's centered..." ♪

    The morning fog sat quietly atop the empty track field, not a soul in sight. This was the way young Elizabeth liked it, this was the one peaceful time of the day. Although it wasn't often she arrived on time, on those days she did she could experience this on her walk to school before the buses arrival. Less people meant less eyes that could catch her enjoying her breakfast. A small black coffee and a cigarette - a habit she had recently picked up.

    Stopping at the double doors, she took the last sip from her white foam cup followed by a long drag from her cigarette. Setting the empty cup on top of the trash can (deliberately) and flicking the but to the ground she made her way inside.

    As the song on her mp3 player changed, she found herself walking to the beat - making a stop in the girls bathroom as to follow her usual routine. Because she left so early, Elizabeth had a tendency to do her makeup after her arrival. She wasn't a fan of going natural, believing she needed it to look passably decent. Which was ironic because she went out of her way not to look like the student body's idea of "pretty". Her wardrobe, her makeup, her hair. Black, black and more black. A stark contrast to her pale skin, she fit the gothic look quite well.

    Singing along with the song, she fixed herself up until the sound of students out roaming the halls grew more prominent. The buses had arrived, and with them hundreds of people she'd rather not get to know. Exiting the bathroom with bag in hand, she turned her music up louder and threw her hood over her head, quickly weaving through bodies to make it to her homeroom without any problems.

    It was more than likely a few students had tried to harass her in their own special way, which is why the headphones proved to be so useful. It wasn't often anyone said anything to her face - but when they did, she had a hard time ignoring it. Which usually ended badly.

    Taking her seat in the back of homeroom, she sat her bag down and put her head on the desk. It was almost over. Half way through senior year, and she was almost out - never having to see these people ever again. She had no attachments to the people in this school, or even this town for that matter. Needless to say, June couldn't come soon enough. And if it became too much to bare, she had solutions...
    Last edited by Schizophrenic; 07-25-2013 at 04:55 PM.
    And I hope you have not a single still moment.

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