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THE BELL RINGS, and everyone drifts off to their next destination. The cafeteria buzzes with commotion as lunches are thrown out or packed away. Through all of the madness, the only constant is you.
You sit there, the queen bee among a swarm of mindless drones. A bracelet dangles from your elegant wrist as you bring your hand up to cover up your laughter. The beautiful sound of stars, of diamonds. The sound of one girl who does not belong with the others.
Your words are honey, sweet and rich, bringing everyone close to you. They inch towards you, hoping for a taste, not knowing what lies behind that sweet facade. That even the sweet honey has a dangerous sting.
You do not care for them. You simply laugh on, even when the shrill bell threatens to drown you.
I cannot move either. I simply hide behind my own words, writing down my thoughts, hoping one day, our paths will cross.
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