Tuesday, February 15

Photo's of Rememberence *continued*


I tore at the paper with lines, circles, tornados; anything, anything to keep my hand moving across the page. Until the bell for the end of lunch rang I looked down to see I had drawn a scene of a person standing in an open door way looking at the foreground where a girl lying on the floor in a black puddle of-
I ripped out the page; picked up my stuff and slammed the hateful picture in the trash. I sauntered into my math class, tardy, without realizing I had tears rolling down my cheeks.
I hastily rubbed them away before the others took the chance to look at me with curiosity and pity; shaking my head as I sat in my seat taking out my books and needed paper and pen.
“Hey.” a voice said. I glanced to see a girl with brown wavy hair sitting next to me.
I gave a slight smile as I replied with  “ hello.”
“You’re name is Ty right?’ she inquired.
She must be new, I do not know her name; in a small town like this I’ve know these people since I was conceived.
“Yes, I am, and you are?” I asked
Viviane. Viviane Jada.”
“Hello Viviane then.” I smirked
Mr. Gunny started our class with everyday first day of school routine. Roll, introduction, documents, and homework.
Bell rang and I entered that class after class until school was out and was free from the madness!