Heart Strings

002

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Sunday was boring for me. You may call me a pagan, but i really don't always go to church. What do i do?

Work. I work is all i do. Very ironic because I'm supposed to be the girl that has it all.

The girl with a multi billionaire as a father. The girl who lives in a subtle mansion. But here i am, working weekend morning shifts in a diner and by the fuel station at midday, and pretend to be over twenty by night where i work in a bar with the most dreadful boss ever.

My life sucks is an understatement, but who can i blame, i chose it, i chose this.

And anyone who knows the truth about me would think I'm stupid. But i have something called integrity, most people think that's just a word only people like Martin Luther King are supposed to use, but that is just a whole spring of bullshit they used to cover their lazy ass.

I have pride and high self esteem. I won't stoop down to the level expected of me.

Today begin Monday, which used to be my favorite time of the week, now my worst. I have to endure another long tiresome, annoying and noisy day of my life with many more to come. And what sucked the most was that he wasn't here to get me through with it. I tried calling a dozen times but it always ends up the same with the line begin out of service.

Per usual routine, Kyle would ride us if not the first then among the first people to get to the freaking Grayson's academy or whatever it is called, but now i have to take a bus. How i hate bus rides, over noisy teenagers and nosey old ladies that can't seem to get a day without gossip. It irritates me so much, but what can i say? I don't have a vehicle to transport myself by myself and i wouldn't say yes to any of Andrew's offers, so that's what i do, endure.

The air is fresh, day is calm and the only noise i could hear were the chirping of the birds.

This is one of those moments i call bliss. I can smell the beautiful silence and it's wonderful. Sitting alone like this in the back of the class with my hoodie up as the silence and cold air greats me.

I was just starting to drift away, thoughts of Jim invading my mind --but then the startle of the most annoying bell greats me, and I've never been so happy to hear it my entire life.

Okay maybe not. Not when you have a round and insensitive fifty three year old humpty as your history teacher that turns his shameful experiences in life to the discovery of Mount Everest.

I shudder at that thought.

My peaceful time of silence is now very over as students start trailing in muttering the latest gossip about Trevor Turner's new romantic interest, or rather play thing. Guys smacking each other over the head while ranting about how hot Sarah Jones is, because they are just the usual horny teenage kids.

I shake my head uncomfortably and head to my first Class trying to distance myself from the sound of hyperactive teenagers who clearly don't plan on being early.

"so, what do you think? "I'm slightly taking aback by the fiery platinum blondie smiling brightly in front of me.

"Um.. About what? "i swear this girl just shows up from no where most of the time and starts talking about some pointless stuff, i bet she's referring to her new mack cutex.

"my shoes of course! "she grins and flips her gorgeous platinum curls with red highlights. Well, at least i was close.

It's now i take my time to take in her outfit. She's wearing a floral blue dress that has a very nice v neck and shows off her curves, matched with a pair of silver strap heals and kc hand bag. She looks pretty, she always does but i really don't know what's special about the shoe's, I've seen a lot of strap or straight heals, whatever thanks to her. But i don't exactly know what the difference is except the color.