Post by Stonelily on Jul 29, 2016 22:57:29 GMT -5
Broken Thrones
Everyone has their own story, but you knew that... Just, the foster kid, the rich kid, the orphaned kid, the abused kid, the crept kid, the nerd, the geek, the cheater, the lair, the ugly. We are all judged, but Maybe my story will help you understand why you can judge all you want, but it isn't a good idea, especially if you voice it. So before the magic, there was a beginning and maybe I should start around there
Chapter 1---
Well I guess here is how it was, well the good way..
The normal smells of lunch filled my nostrils, microwaves, milk, and like a loaded potato, if the toppings were highschool kids.
I wasn't someone to complain about, I was rather friendly to those who I interacted with. I wasn't something you didn't want to look at, to say the least I was a statue, a wonderful creation, made just about perfect. My skin was tanned, naturally, I had nice and full pink lips, dark brown eyes to match my brunette hair, which went as far down as my waist when unstyled. My legs were sort of muscled, above the average pretty girls. I had a flatter, toned stomach, and my fashion sense wasn't far off from the rest of me.
Anyway, my group, THE group. The leader figure was a tall, thin, blonde with striking blue-grey eyes, high and rounded cheeks. Her name? Annabelle, but only ever call her Belle or you might regret it. She seemed to be the prettiest, and the best flirt. She got the hottest guy for a status, and whoever she kissed behind closed doors, was probably not far behind on the hotness scale.
Peyton, well she's different, her hair is a greyish white color, that slowly fades to black, and despite how it sounds I assure you it is beautiful. Peyton is very, very, very, smart. She is two years younger than everyone in her grade, at least, but we keep her around because she helps us with our homework, and well, she plans some of the best pranks. She isn't a perfectionist though, despite what your thinking. Her hand writing is usually messy, and her notes aren't organized to any of us. She has her own personality, and being hilarious is just a bonus. I guess to me she's the inspiration.
And then, there is Shay. She has Black curly hair down to the middle of her back, blue-green eyes, and is great at makeup. She definitely is one of the prettiest. She is sensitive, and really doesn't talk to us much, but to others, her passion and pent up emotions explode, just like they do in her beautiful artwork.
Anyway, the group always sits closest to the food, and the exit/entrance. Just because that is information you might need. Now to the lunch where I met HER
As I sit down I notice the stares looking right at me. I put my head down and smile, a pose as if I'm blushing, but I quickly lift my head when I realize the curious gazes weren't on me, they were past me, to a new girl. She had fawn colored hair, black leggings, and a loose plaid button-down shirt with cuffed quarter sleeves. What's the big deal?, I think, jealousy of the attention flooding my mind. She is just a lazy, and pretty person, I could do that too. When she took a harder look, she gasped.
"What?" Belle questioned, looking at the new girl. "Who is she?" Belle asked, the last word roughly rolling off her tongue.
I bit my lip as I saw her smile at the boy standing next to her, Kaden. I stabbed a grape with her fork, angrily pushing it in her mouth. The other girls shook their heads, drawing their gazes back to the food trays.
Okay, who is Kaden? Well if it wasn't obvious enough, he is my crush. He is tall, plays basketball, Football, Soccer, and he is hot. He had denied Belle many times, so I wasn't going to try, I wasn't going to embarrass myself. Even if I was drawn to his green eyes, and dark, short hair.
Open to comments and critique!
Everyone has their own story, but you knew that... Just, the foster kid, the rich kid, the orphaned kid, the abused kid, the crept kid, the nerd, the geek, the cheater, the lair, the ugly. We are all judged, but Maybe my story will help you understand why you can judge all you want, but it isn't a good idea, especially if you voice it. So before the magic, there was a beginning and maybe I should start around there
Chapter 1---
Well I guess here is how it was, well the good way..
The normal smells of lunch filled my nostrils, microwaves, milk, and like a loaded potato, if the toppings were highschool kids.
I wasn't someone to complain about, I was rather friendly to those who I interacted with. I wasn't something you didn't want to look at, to say the least I was a statue, a wonderful creation, made just about perfect. My skin was tanned, naturally, I had nice and full pink lips, dark brown eyes to match my brunette hair, which went as far down as my waist when unstyled. My legs were sort of muscled, above the average pretty girls. I had a flatter, toned stomach, and my fashion sense wasn't far off from the rest of me.
Anyway, my group, THE group. The leader figure was a tall, thin, blonde with striking blue-grey eyes, high and rounded cheeks. Her name? Annabelle, but only ever call her Belle or you might regret it. She seemed to be the prettiest, and the best flirt. She got the hottest guy for a status, and whoever she kissed behind closed doors, was probably not far behind on the hotness scale.
Peyton, well she's different, her hair is a greyish white color, that slowly fades to black, and despite how it sounds I assure you it is beautiful. Peyton is very, very, very, smart. She is two years younger than everyone in her grade, at least, but we keep her around because she helps us with our homework, and well, she plans some of the best pranks. She isn't a perfectionist though, despite what your thinking. Her hand writing is usually messy, and her notes aren't organized to any of us. She has her own personality, and being hilarious is just a bonus. I guess to me she's the inspiration.
And then, there is Shay. She has Black curly hair down to the middle of her back, blue-green eyes, and is great at makeup. She definitely is one of the prettiest. She is sensitive, and really doesn't talk to us much, but to others, her passion and pent up emotions explode, just like they do in her beautiful artwork.
Anyway, the group always sits closest to the food, and the exit/entrance. Just because that is information you might need. Now to the lunch where I met HER
As I sit down I notice the stares looking right at me. I put my head down and smile, a pose as if I'm blushing, but I quickly lift my head when I realize the curious gazes weren't on me, they were past me, to a new girl. She had fawn colored hair, black leggings, and a loose plaid button-down shirt with cuffed quarter sleeves. What's the big deal?, I think, jealousy of the attention flooding my mind. She is just a lazy, and pretty person, I could do that too. When she took a harder look, she gasped.
"What?" Belle questioned, looking at the new girl. "Who is she?" Belle asked, the last word roughly rolling off her tongue.
I bit my lip as I saw her smile at the boy standing next to her, Kaden. I stabbed a grape with her fork, angrily pushing it in her mouth. The other girls shook their heads, drawing their gazes back to the food trays.
Okay, who is Kaden? Well if it wasn't obvious enough, he is my crush. He is tall, plays basketball, Football, Soccer, and he is hot. He had denied Belle many times, so I wasn't going to try, I wasn't going to embarrass myself. Even if I was drawn to his green eyes, and dark, short hair.
Open to comments and critique!