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Slick soles slapped against the laminated tiles noisily as the owner struggled with her mad dash. Her slender fingers grasped at anything they could find shoved amongst other stuff in her locker, her eyes repeatedly flickering towards the clock that hung neatly over the office door. Its gentle tik, tok filled the empty halls as she turned and pulled out two thick, hard-covered textbooks. "Shit," she hissed under her breath as she slammed her locker shut and raced through the narrow lane. The girl juggled her books in her arms and a water bottle in her palm. RING. The final bell echoed off the metal doors, taunting her as she finally accept

Shadows hung off the trees soundlessly, thick and inky in the eerie moonlight. Somewhere off in the distance an owl hooted. The noise made the forest even spookier. As the night watcher let out another whoo, a figure stepped into the forest. From its silhouette alone, Scout could tell it was a male, and that it was strong enough to take her down. A shiver trailed up her spine as she watched the boy stride towards her with a smirk resting on his face. Hello Scout a voice whispered, though the beings lips never moved. "W-w-who are you?!" she called out as she took a small step back, causing a branch to crack. Suddenly the forest was fille

We all get that feeling where we just don't belong; the feeling where the world is a giant puzzle and we're a piece that never quite fits. Sure, people tell us to show our true colours, but they don't understand how hard being ourself is when we don't like our own skin. Everyone can find one flaw about themselves, it's just natural to judge yourself and others. We're under the constant watch of everyone around us. We fear our first impression will be the only one they'll remember; that right off the bat they'll judge us. Some find comfort in pain; sinking a razor blade into their skin each time an insult or taunt is thrown at the

As soon as she stepped foot in the classroom, Mysteria noticed him. He was gazing at her with curiosity, but there was no recognization in those amber eyes. As she made her way to sit beside him, and felt a stab of disappointment that he could so easilly forget her. "Hey," he said, flashing her a crooked grin on his freckled face. She ignored the kind welcoming and sat down, preparing herself for class. "So where 'ya from?" he asked, obviously flustered she hadn't responded. Mysteria turned to look at him, glanced at all the changes these past years had contained, and then turned all her attention to the work being assigned. A few more tim

I'm a fragile specimen. You can put me under the watchful eyes of a scientist for hours, record every move I make, ever emotion I feel, and you still wouldn't understand me. Alone, I'm vulnerable, with others I'm the weak link. Each day is just another struggle to keep my head above water, and everyday I lowered myself, inch by inch. One day I won't be above water anymore. So tell me, Do you still think you know me? Do you still think you understand me? Am I still just a problem that clung itself to you? Or am I just like any other misfit that's trying to stay alive? You tell me.