Darkthorn’s Blog

Those bleached blonde hussies with dark fake tan! At least my skin looks vaguely normal, my blonde is natural and goes with my pale skin.

Their voices shriked and carried well through the still morning air, the breathe and mine mingling in puffy white clouds. I stood silently, waiting for the bus to come. Most of my life was about waiting, waiting for calss to start, to get home, for my mom to bring home the shopping, my father to snap out of his depressive slump. Oh, what a wonderful life it was.