Post by Xiomara Lang on Feb 28, 2008 8:39:51 GMT -5
Your so nice and your so smart
Your such a good friend I have to break your heart
I’ll tell you that I love you then I’ll tear your world apart
Just pretend I didn’t tear your world apart
I like my new bunny suit
I like my new bunny suit
I like my new bunny suit
When I wear it I feel cute.
With bright eyes, the girl stared at the world in front of her. The world she was a part of, a mere speck. Her blonde hair spun in the wind that blew around her, pale skin motionless as the cold made scathing attempts to harm her. Her fingers moved slightly as she brought them up to graze her cheek, her eyes gazing in the same direction. A castle stood before her, towering over her like a mountain. It was like she could see into the walls, see the others before her, talking happily as they roamed the halls before class. A boy would stand leaning against the stone wall, staring blankly in the direction that Xiomara stood, not knowing that she was there, miles beyond his eyesight. He’d stand there for a while, before moving again, shuffling back into the crowd and forgetting about the thought of what lied beyond the castle walls. He’d forget wondering who was out there, staring back at him.
Xiomara’s lips stretched out into a small smile as she lowered her hand, and instead used both hands to clutch her coat to her body in an attempt to stay warm. She looked up beyond the castle, at the sun hanging overhead, and her smile brightened that much more. It was time for her to go back home, again. Like she had done time and time again. Home. It sounded so right to her.
The air inside the castle was a drastic difference to the air outside, and she noticed that as soon as she stepped in and placed her right foot on the overly shined Entrance Hall floor. The way her shoes collided with the floor made an eerie sort of echo throughout the hall, and a few passerby’s couldn’t help but notice her come in. Their eyes connected with hers momentarily before they passed and looked away rather quickly.
Xiomara continued walking into the hall, crossing through a crowd of chatting students and then climbing up the stair case. The walk was long and tiring, to say the least. And every time she thought she was almost to a floor, the stairs would change and she’d be somewhere else. And finally, feeling a bit fed up with the stairs, she got off at an unknown floor. Xiomara sighed, leaning against a wall as she tried to collect her thoughts. It had been a while since she’d been in the castle, and now she couldn’t remember which floor she was on. Leaning off the wall, she began walking again, this time down the unknown corridor. It seemed dimmer here, then in the other hallways, and then it became really dark and Xiomara had to squint her eyes to see a lone torch up ahead.
Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest as she kept on, and once she reached the edge of darkness, she suddenly heard whispering up ahead. It was a boy, or perhaps a girl. She couldn’t quite tell. Perhaps there were two of them talking. She leaned back into the darkness and knelt down, placing her back against the wall, and the cold frightened her and she gave a small cry before quickly covering her mouth, praying that she wasn’t heard. She closed her eyes and focused on the voice. Listening quietly for hope that she wouldn’t be found.
Your such a good friend I have to break your heart
I’ll tell you that I love you then I’ll tear your world apart
Just pretend I didn’t tear your world apart
I like my new bunny suit
I like my new bunny suit
I like my new bunny suit
When I wear it I feel cute.
With bright eyes, the girl stared at the world in front of her. The world she was a part of, a mere speck. Her blonde hair spun in the wind that blew around her, pale skin motionless as the cold made scathing attempts to harm her. Her fingers moved slightly as she brought them up to graze her cheek, her eyes gazing in the same direction. A castle stood before her, towering over her like a mountain. It was like she could see into the walls, see the others before her, talking happily as they roamed the halls before class. A boy would stand leaning against the stone wall, staring blankly in the direction that Xiomara stood, not knowing that she was there, miles beyond his eyesight. He’d stand there for a while, before moving again, shuffling back into the crowd and forgetting about the thought of what lied beyond the castle walls. He’d forget wondering who was out there, staring back at him.
Xiomara’s lips stretched out into a small smile as she lowered her hand, and instead used both hands to clutch her coat to her body in an attempt to stay warm. She looked up beyond the castle, at the sun hanging overhead, and her smile brightened that much more. It was time for her to go back home, again. Like she had done time and time again. Home. It sounded so right to her.
The air inside the castle was a drastic difference to the air outside, and she noticed that as soon as she stepped in and placed her right foot on the overly shined Entrance Hall floor. The way her shoes collided with the floor made an eerie sort of echo throughout the hall, and a few passerby’s couldn’t help but notice her come in. Their eyes connected with hers momentarily before they passed and looked away rather quickly.
Xiomara continued walking into the hall, crossing through a crowd of chatting students and then climbing up the stair case. The walk was long and tiring, to say the least. And every time she thought she was almost to a floor, the stairs would change and she’d be somewhere else. And finally, feeling a bit fed up with the stairs, she got off at an unknown floor. Xiomara sighed, leaning against a wall as she tried to collect her thoughts. It had been a while since she’d been in the castle, and now she couldn’t remember which floor she was on. Leaning off the wall, she began walking again, this time down the unknown corridor. It seemed dimmer here, then in the other hallways, and then it became really dark and Xiomara had to squint her eyes to see a lone torch up ahead.
Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest as she kept on, and once she reached the edge of darkness, she suddenly heard whispering up ahead. It was a boy, or perhaps a girl. She couldn’t quite tell. Perhaps there were two of them talking. She leaned back into the darkness and knelt down, placing her back against the wall, and the cold frightened her and she gave a small cry before quickly covering her mouth, praying that she wasn’t heard. She closed her eyes and focused on the voice. Listening quietly for hope that she wouldn’t be found.
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