Untitled "She sat alone, surrounded by preps and populars, the sluts and scum of this 'institution,' with teachers that can barely teach, much less control a class of these swine. Belonging, to this place, was an impossible concept." She put down her pen and proceeded to burn the words.
Such a strange child this was, this girl was. On the weekends, she had her nose stuck in a book, or she spent the day playing a real piano with real sheet music. In school, she was always writing stories of the magnificent happening to the ordinary. Everyday she wished she could jump into her books, and escape this cruel reality.
In this era, almost everything was electronic. Books were only found in antique shops, along with real instruments and alarms and record players and records. She's spent countless hours in the two antique shops from the Ups to Slums. This girl was an outsider, and was completely alone.
Only in a few days thou