365 days before

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The short haired girl sat in the back corner desk of the old classroom. Scribbling vigorously into her notebook. She drummed her big toe of her dirty white converse into the wooden floor. Lifting her chin she caught sight of the curly haired boy who had a small smirk on his face as he laced his pen across the page. He heart beat pounded against her chest and she could feel her face heat up.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               'Hell sent us the most evil disease and us humans call it love'               she stabbed her pen into her page to finish the sentence. Biting her lip hard she looked around the class room once again, her brown eyes settled on a pretty girl with long blonde locks, Millie smiled as the girl reminded her of one of her dollies that she kept locked up in her cupboard, she only played with them late at night in the darkness when she could not sleep. With the desire for the bell to finally echo through the room, she could taste blood and she swallowed smiling at the metal taste coursing through her mouth. Licking her lips she burst into laughter at the sound of the bell. All of the students marched out of the room and danced their way into the caf. Millie hunched her shoulders and wobbled over to the buffet. Grasping at the plate she held it to her chest and almost screamed and dropped it at the sound of a group of kids laughing nearby. She collected her food not daring to look at the staff and shuffled over to an empty table. She felt the piercing of cold eyes on her and she shrunk further down on the metal seat trying and hide. Scratching at her thighs she ate a spoonful of her food. Sneaking glances at the boy who sat just three tables away. She unzipped her black back pack pulling out a blue pen she tattooed a rough circle around one of the many technicolour bruises on her skinny bare legs.


FINN 

                                                                                                                                                 I  glanced over to a girl her shoulders were hunched over and she was drawing aimlessly on her bare legs. I smiled at her, she lifted her chin and we made eye contact, I couldn't take looking into her dark eyes any longer something about them made me feel uneasy so I looked back to the taller boy sitting in front me feeling a little nauseous and nervously laughed under my breath. 


-m

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