The true story of Prue

Pilot

    "Dreaming of wonderlands,waking to wastelands."-Unknown

 

I look down at my shoes,examining the way I laced them,looking at every stitch and seam there was on the lace.I was sitting on the bus waiting to get off at my stop then walk to school.Like Ive been doing everyday for years.Today I was supposed to give a speech in front of my English class today about the six word story I wrote,that is originally based off one by Ernest Hemingway.Im not in the slightest bit excited,I have such bad anxiety that I can't even talk to my teacher in private about something.I looked around me and I saw what I usually saw, grey, dull, boring, plain people, looking off into the distance or on their phones,probably asking themselves if it's worth it.

When I got off the bus I saw my one and only friend The bench there,in its usual colors of green and grey.I waited for the bus there all the time for years and it's still the same. I walked to school I sat down outside the doors to the school,where everyone was before school started,the usual jocks playing football or something,and then the popular girls who sit there and act all pretty and take a lot of pictures of themselves or hang out with jocks.The nerds usually or quiet but can be kinda fun to be around sometimes, and sweet,The rebels kinda scared me,everyone was wearing a lot of makeup or looking like they are going to break someone's neck,The anime group was a group of usually girls who hanged out and talked about fandoms or whatever and usually screamed a lot,and were overall just crazy. The loners, we're like the nerds just,not as weird and...gross.Then there was me,who was the loneliest  person. There,I don't think anyone even knew about my existence.

  I was reading a  science fiction book when out of the corner of my eye I saw someone new, which trust me, is not uncommon at this stupid dump they call a school,but he was different, he was hanging right between the jocks and the rebels.Usually, everyone stays with one group,I decided to brush it off as just a confused new kid as to who to hang out with,so he could blend in a little bit.

I'm sorry but until I'm done with this project or whatever you want to call it you have to be stuck with my really bad writing lol Srry X/

Srry it was really short when I'm writing this it's like 2am and I have stuff to do tomorrow,
Oh and in the beginning that little 6 word "Poem" or story is what Prue is using as her story she wrote,I'm putting those at the beginning of all the chapters so if you have any comment them and I may use them lol thx ;)