Alice sighed as the bell for final period. She hoisted her bag over her shoulder, and started to head out the door. Her science teacher had told her she would possibly have to retake the course next year if she didn't get her grades up. She needed to clear her head, so she decided to head out to the park.
John shut his locker, and began to walk to his Mustang. He twirled the keys around his finger, and walked out into the parking lot. After getting into his car, he began chasing some greasers around in his car.
The girl in the dress wrote you a song.
Be Yourself! There's NO ONE better!
Warning: Objects in a mirror maybe distorted due society's unrealistic views of beauty.
If you're feeling lost, alone, suicidal, or have tendencies to self-harm, come talk to me. I might not always know what to say, but I'll be there.