Bittersweet Fantasy

*BLEEP-BLEEP-BLLEP-BLEEP-* I slammed hand down on the alrm, stopping the ear-splitting screech emitted from it. I flicked my eyes open, staring the the bland ceiling. I sighed and rolled out of bed. I glared at myself in the mirror. I sighed and grabbed something random out of the closet. It didn't really matter, it all looked the same anyways. I pulled on my jeans, quickly brushing my teeth and slapping on some eyeliner. I latched my hand onto my back pack, jerking it onto my shoulder. I grabbed the same old granola bar as I do every morning and met my friend Heather outside like I do everyday. Every day the same, old, boring routine.

My converse squeaked across the black and white tile, familiar faces blending together around me. I sighed, flashing a plastic smile and waving at a random girl who had yelled my name. I stopped at my locker. God, I don't even know how I remember which on is mine, they all look exactly the same. i spun my combination in, grabbing my Geometry book and slamming it closed. My legs automatically made their way to Career and Technology, my mind a blank. I acted automatically, my body moving by memory. My mind spun in a thousand directions at once, imagination running wild, while my face was a mask, my movements mechanical. Nobody here cared about being unique, everyone cared just cared about fitting in.

When I was little, I used to dream I would grow up, and leave Iowa. I'd move to Florida, or New York, or somewhere exciting. Now I just want to graduate. After? I'll probably go to college, Nowhere too far, maybe Nebraska or even Colorado. See, If I go to far, the people will think I'm trying to get away from my Mom and Step-dad, and they'll be criticized. So even if I do, they'll get hell, so what's the point. So basically, i'm stuck, and anyone who gets stuck here is, too.

Notes

Title from Panic! At The Disco- New Perspective

~TheGirlWhoCanFly