There was a school girl, all brown and tallish; with teenager features and kind of stocky. She wore a black long shirt that came down mid-thigh with black tights and black boots. Her hair was dark brown, middle height and straight; with eyes to match and an oval shape face. She was shy, so she stayed in a corner which had little space. She walked slowly to a table with her head down to the floor. She wanted to be alone, but all she looked was sad and bored. She fondles in a bag dirty and wore out, took some paper out and started to write.
Writing is her favorite thing to do. Writing poems and stories about a dream she knew that would not come true. And all of them were sad and blue. She would write for hours in her room. Just waiting for her true love to bloom. Looking out the window at the other teenagers playing and running in the rain. Thinking how it would be, to be with him on a runaway train. Dreaming and hoping she wish she could be free of this nightmare. But all she would live in is this devious fair.
She cries knowing that she can’t escape the world she living in. Being a slave to her parents, being wedded into a family she does know. Having all her dreaming being crash in one low blow. The only way to escape is to write. So she writes and writes in a room that’s gray. With no windows, she fell down the stairs and slips into unconscious delay. She escapes finally her nightmare of a life, where she can dream about the life that she wanted all along.
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