Monday, August 23, 2010
Anticipatory nervousness, it crawled across her skin like a slug; her skin was covered in the slime. Horrendous would hardly describe the let-down when the initiating bell for the last period on the first day rang loud and clear. They weren't there; those she admired from afar; those everyone seemed to know. The missing-pain is tremendous: threatening to overflow her heart and force her into something dreadful. Her word-friends were not there either, in none of the rooms she ventured too, today. All just a memory of the past, that is what they are now, a seemingly real figment of her wild imagination. Now all that is left is tear-stained words and stories with no endings.