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- 6/2016
((Setting: After Yule Ball))
For weeks now, Angela had been watching the abandon classroom when she walked by. She had seen things, people in their. Wether they were kissing, fighting, or just talking, it never seemed to be empty. until today, at this time. It was always empty right after lunch, she had noticed. She had always just been to scared to go in there. But now, she wasn't. She took her uke, and her father's green guitar in there, and decided to tune up her instruments. She played ukulele so much better then guitar, for some reason it was just easier. Lately it had been increasingly warmer, which meant Angela's pants and sleeves got shorter. Since last year, she hadn't really been self-conscience about her scars,a dn got more used to them. People around the school didn't even really look at her scars, they were too distracted by her hair.
Angela was fine with that, it was the whole reason she dyed her hair bright red, it just made sense. It made Angela unique, and that was what she had always aimed for. That's why she wasn't like Skyle, or the other girls who were skinnier and prettier and... there was a high pitched twang noise, and Angela looked down at Old Faithful. She had broken a string, and it had snapped her finger a bit. She cringed and reached into her guitar case, it was expected. She brought out a thing of strings, and a hello kitty band-aid. She hated blood, so she got it on quick. She started to restring it, and sighed. when did she become so low, so depressed. How long had it been since she'd spoken to Skyle, she didn't even go out to the rosebush anymore. She wanted to be a new Angela, not this one. Or at least, she wanted a friend.
For weeks now, Angela had been watching the abandon classroom when she walked by. She had seen things, people in their. Wether they were kissing, fighting, or just talking, it never seemed to be empty. until today, at this time. It was always empty right after lunch, she had noticed. She had always just been to scared to go in there. But now, she wasn't. She took her uke, and her father's green guitar in there, and decided to tune up her instruments. She played ukulele so much better then guitar, for some reason it was just easier. Lately it had been increasingly warmer, which meant Angela's pants and sleeves got shorter. Since last year, she hadn't really been self-conscience about her scars,a dn got more used to them. People around the school didn't even really look at her scars, they were too distracted by her hair.
Angela was fine with that, it was the whole reason she dyed her hair bright red, it just made sense. It made Angela unique, and that was what she had always aimed for. That's why she wasn't like Skyle, or the other girls who were skinnier and prettier and... there was a high pitched twang noise, and Angela looked down at Old Faithful. She had broken a string, and it had snapped her finger a bit. She cringed and reached into her guitar case, it was expected. She brought out a thing of strings, and a hello kitty band-aid. She hated blood, so she got it on quick. She started to restring it, and sighed. when did she become so low, so depressed. How long had it been since she'd spoken to Skyle, she didn't even go out to the rosebush anymore. She wanted to be a new Angela, not this one. Or at least, she wanted a friend.