Post by muffin on Jan 11, 2009 0:12:05 GMT -6
Her bone structure screams touch her, touch her.
And she’s got the curse of curves.
And she’s got the curse of curves.
I sighed as I entered the dreaded classroom of English class. It's not that I COMPLETELY hated the subject, it's that I was no good at the College course that I had been smart enough to be placed in. Sitting, hefting a heavy sigh as I did so, I looked around the room at the scarce amount of students that had come to class on time instead of gossiping with their friends.
Finding no familiar faces, I pulled out my headphones and waited for the teacher to arrive, lost in thought. I was the weird new kid. Pretty face with strange tastes, prefering to shop at Hot Topic instead of entering that god-forbidden store known as Aeropastale that all other girls in this school seemed to obbsess over. Nor did I particularly care for the newest fashion designs and trends.
The mere thought sent a shiver up my spine as I listened to the sounds of one of my favorite bands. As Three Days Graces' song Over and Over played in my ears, I pulled out my worn copy of Twilight. This book had seen many days and many lendings but it had finally made it's way back to my hands. I eagerly turned to my current spot that was one of my favorites. Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroine. I sighed as I read the familiar passage, one of my favorite quotes, contemplating why all guys weren't like Edward.
