Darkthorn’s Blog

“It was bad, as in, like whatever.”

The girl sighed. They were talking about Shanelle’s new phone. She wished that they would get over it already. The girl’s jealousy grew. Here she was in her second-hand clothes, with her old brick mobile, and they were complaining that it was so expensive to go out places. It was absurd. And more than that it wasn’t fair.

If the girl had had a job, money matters wouldn’t have improved. Any spare cash she had would go into the ‘shopping fund’. Sal had to provide food, and the money her father left after drinking was paltry. Paltry, now that was a nice word. The girl let her thoughts drift off and settled into the flow of beautiful words in her mind.

“Cellar door.” She wasn’t sure what the attraction acctually was there, but Donnie Darko made it stick in her mind. The girl reminiced about the movie. That wonderful bunny-rabbit. Sometimes she wished she had one of her own, some tangible reason why she was mad. The quiet voices in her head, which often argued with her, never manifested into anything more sinister. She didn’t need them to tell her that life was crap and not worth living.

“Yeah, and, it like, totally cared me the other day. It was, like, exploding off the table.”

Shannelle shook herself and made buzzing noises. Yeah, sure thought the girl, and I’M the crazy one. She wished there was something better to do, like read or something, but that would be frowned upon. She couldn’t afford to be caught now, so close to her goal. Being a loner was an excellent way to get noticed, better to try and blend in with the crowd. The girl didn’t need these people’s respect, she just needed the cover their ‘friendship’ provided.

The others laughed. “Hey Shannelle, do that again, I think Hadyn missed it.”

Shannelle squealed pircingly, twisting in her seat. “Where is he? I want to see him.”

The girl muttereed, “Probably out in la-la land with the rest of you dumb numbskulls.”

“What did you say? Isn’t he cute? I just want to hug him right now, he’s so adorable…” Shannelle rambled on in thie vien for a while, while the girl made ‘mmming’ noises. These people didn’t realise the value of peace and quiet. The bell rang, putting a merciful end to the stream.

“Catch yous.”

“Yeah, see ya,” replied the girl dutifully. She had music now, with the rest of the metalheads. She doubted there would be a chance to actually practice though.