Love.
In most definitions, this emotion is portrayed as pleasurable, ceaseless and intimate.An infatuation for an individual which offers a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection.You accept their failures,stupidities and ugly points and see that person as, what you define, perfection.
I, Abbigail Jones, have my own defintion asociated with this word.Love is toxic, a force to be reckond with. Once a person is deeply involved with this force, they gradually lose the ability to function and all dependancy of individuality is lost and is focused towards an unrequited then soon to disapear, Love.
The pods within my ears released the melodic harmonies of what i would say was impeccible music taste, as my 5 year old back pack is seated beside me, almost bursting with books and sheets imprinted with home and classwork. My music was hasily interupted by a large screech and a rotten smell lingering towards the front of the vechle.As i rolled my eyes with an instant recognition of who caused this irritable desturbance , i unplugged my beloved, stringed earphones to place my eye between the diminutive space which connected the two chairs infront.I breathed heavily as i realised my predictions were in fact true. Charlie Bond, the nausiatingly incompetent year 7, was sprinting up the the aisle, offering 'Bean Boozled' jelly beans to the already livid passenders.With a sigh, I lean back and gently close my eyes, restricting myself to go against then social expectations and scream a line of curse words at charlie's loud whails.I then place the music to my ears once again. 'Great...' I mutter as i realise 'I'm yours' by Jason Mraz had ended.My gaze drifts towards the sizeable, smeared windows and realising school was fast approaching along the lane.
When we entered the entrance of the demonic, insanity of all civilisation (this can be known as High School), i knew too well but to wait patiently in my seat so I wont get crushed by the audacious, arogant students who sprint and shove to leave the bus.
Due to the Bus driver's ability to be inconsistent with the time of arrival to school, the bell rang almost precisely as my foot touched the ground.Knowing I had science, I rolled my eyes and persisted on toward the science block, reminding myself that I'm in my Senior year and will be graduating from this hell hole soon. Once I enterd the class room, a series of comments on how the 'Nerd' was late was lingering. My Chemistry teacher, Mrs Benson, hushed the class and turned back towards the board where she began to write the title for the lesson.The lesson passed quite rapidly, along with the next two. Some may label me as a 'Nerd' because I don't commit to the drugs, alchohol, parties or have ever experienced a detention. I'm far for confident, unless with people im comfortable around.'Abbie!', i turmed around to witness my best friend, Millie James waving her arms drastically, taking me out from my train of thought.'Hey Mil' I spoke with a level of uncertainty at the length of energy Millie had.However, this was just how Millie was, spritly and confident. She has dark brown hair that falls in lengthy curls, petite body and stunning bright green eyes. The complete contrast of me. I have short, straight blonde hair which finishes just above the shoulders, average body size and dull blue eyes. Some may say i'm the 'duff' of our friendship. 'Have you seen the new boy! He's so hot!' she exclamed. I chuckle at her obsession of 'hot' guys, nearly every guy to her is seemingly attractive. Unlike me, Millie aspires to be in a relationship and to fall in love.Although, since my father left me and my mother when I was only young, the whole 'love' seems to be a duty in life which is always destined to end. Almost knowing what I was thinking, Millie gave me a small smile. 'You know, it's not all like that. For all you know, that boy may just be the thing that changes your mind completely about love.' Millie continued to smile as she saw the small smirk forming on my face, but as it fell, I responded 'Unlikely.'
The day continued as normal but this time painfully slowly. I was leaning my head against the unstable desk when I heard the piercing ring of the final bell.I pushed my hair to the side and walked out the room to the bus stop where I was greeted by Charlie, prancing around while shouting the lyrics so some unknown rap.
Entering my home, put my emotions in undeniable conflict as normal. It's become ritual to be embraced by the silence of my spacious house. The joy of being alone, away from my mother's stressed rage due to the mountainous amount of jobs to provide for us, filled me but is dampened by the thought of the warm, loving vibe that she used to bring.
However, I was surprised by the constant banging of unknown objects outside my house. This filled my whole house in an echo and drew me towards the window of my kitchen. I stared outside to see a moving van with two towering men carrying seemingly heavy boxes.
Deciding not to waste time further, I sat down to the painfully boring English homework. Our assignment was due in for 2 weeks time and I've still yet to begin.We had to create a presentation on modern day love compared to the portrayed feeling of love within Romeo and Juliet. 'Urgh' I huffed to myself, knowing that I have no positive feelings associated to this task.
After deliberating for hours, I decided to stop and head to bed for an early night. I completed my usual routine and fell asleep just as my head touched the pillow.
