Post by Carly Davidson on Jul 23, 2006 6:19:44 GMT -5
Rain patted down upon Chelsea High School, and anyone who looked at it would notice a gothic girl sitting outside in the rain, eating what looked like pasta.
With a sigh Carly looked out infront of her, there was nothing, no one, rather dissapointing like life. No one, nothing she was alone, like she had always felt.
She hated this school, all her friends from primary school seemed to well not want to be assosiated with the gothic reject anymore.
She stabbed her pasta with a falk and brought the fork up to her lips and ate it.
The rain fell and drenched her hair, and her school uniform, it was rather cooling actually, she liked it.
With a sigh Carly looked out infront of her, there was nothing, no one, rather dissapointing like life. No one, nothing she was alone, like she had always felt.
She hated this school, all her friends from primary school seemed to well not want to be assosiated with the gothic reject anymore.
She stabbed her pasta with a falk and brought the fork up to her lips and ate it.
The rain fell and drenched her hair, and her school uniform, it was rather cooling actually, she liked it.
