--> alone time; not for long [Kiara!]

[&&.andrew marshall.]

andrew MARSHALL.

and all the kids in the hood
come and wave your hands
hollywood, we never goin' down!

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Well, I was in a good mood for once. That was rare for me, nowadays, really.
Last night, I'd been up at the music block; recently, I found out I can sing pretty good. And some year ten called Richard and his rather talented band heard me. I was annoyed at first, thinking they shouldn't have been eavesdropping on me, but then... well, they invited me to join their band. Turns out our voices go good together and stuff, so I'm their lead singer now. Pretty cool, huh?

Today, I was meant to be in lessons, but I was truanting. What's Art and History and stuff going to do to help me, anyway? It's not going to do anything, that's the thing. So, I slept in late, until eleven a.m. I carefully went out of my dormitory, and hoped I saw no teachers. Well, it wasn't too much of a problem. Teachers are kind of scared of me.
I wandered around, ending up on the second floor. I smirked. Nobody I knew would be up here; Geography is on the first floor. Slipping into an empty classroom, I thought about how I was now in a band and stuff, trying to remember the band member's names. Richard, Charlie, Tom, me, Laurence, and Harry... of course I'd never be best friends with any of them, or even just friends, but we got along okay.

Walking along the empty classroom only took a few steps. Stopping at the teacher's desk, I brushed aside some paper and pens, and sat down.
I wasn't wearing my usual hoodie, sports cap and mask; obviously I was wearing the mask, but today I was wearing my sailor hat - I wore it a lot more nowadays - and a coat. It was a grey kind of hoodless parka coat, with fake fur at the shoulders. Most people would look crazy in it, but it suited me. Underneath that, I was wearing a white button-up shirt, with almost half the buttons undone. My 'California' tattoo was clear in view on my chest, but I didn't care at all. My '3' tattoo was always in view, so no change there.

As I sat there, I sung absentmindedly. "But you take all we are, the innocence of our hearts, make us kneel before the altar as you tear us apart...~"

I was still singing about a minute later, not loudly but not quietly, when I heard somebody walking down the corridor. Instantly my voice quietened down. Even though I knew the teachers wouldn't even attempt to annoy me, I hoped it wasn't one of them, and just a student who would walk right past. But, I already knew that, whoever it was, they'd enter this classroom.

Jeez, could nobody get some god-damn peace and alone time around this school?

WORD COUNT;; { four hundred and seventy two(ish) }
OPEN TO;; { kiara cherrystone only }
LISTENING TO;; { the kids, by hollywood udead }
COMMENTS;; { andrew is singing young, by hollywood undead; click to listen. }
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[`kiara cherrystone ;;]

Kiara Louise Cherrystone

playground school bell rings, again
rain clouds come to play, again
has no one told you she's not breathing?
hello, i'm your mind, giving you someone to talk to, hello

I woke early that morning, even though rays of sunlight shone into the cave, it was still quite cold. Autumn was coming to an end, I could tell. Then I'd have to fight through another freezing winter, just like last year. I mumbled something to myself and sat up, rubbing my eyes, to adjust them to the light. Light was so annoying on a morning. I looked at Fang, who was laying a few inches away from me. After what happened last week, she wouldn't allow me to leave the cave at night. I didn't blame her really, she was trying to save me from myself, and save everyone who lived here in Sonnisle. Me, I was the Sonnisle murderer, cold blooded, evil... In a small way, I was glad Fang was keeping me in the cave at night, I wasn't sure if I could hold myself back from hurting people anymore. The truth frightened me slightly.

I sighed lightly and then got onto my feet, walking outside into the wind, I stared in the direction of the sun and it told me it was around 6am. I sighed heavily this time and 'lazy walked' back into the cave. I grabbed some clothes off the neat pile and got changed at the dark end of my 'home'. I didn't really know what I was wearing, I didn't care. It seemed a little stupid of me not to notice while I got dressed, but I am stupid, it's just me. I then grabbed a few other things out of a small bag and 'lazy walked' down to the stream. It was clean water, so I used it all the time. There were no sinks in the forest, you have to use natural things. I splashed the freezing cold water on my face - which definitely woke me up - and then (of course, I can't go natural all the time) I brushed my teeth, and brushed my hair, whilst listening to the calming 'ssh' of the water. It was so peaceful up here, you know nobody's going to walk in on you, it's why I love this place so much. On a morning it's beautiful, in the day it's boring, in the evening it's exciting, and at night it's a little scary, even to me. After what happened last year when I got attacked, I knew I was never safe.

I ran back to the cave, knowing that it was nowhere near the time to go to school yet. I didn't even want to go, but right at this moment in my life, I always need a distraction from something. In these last three weeks I haven't slept much at all. I'm always thinking about things... Bad things. Well; they're bad things to me. In the daytime I try to keep myself busy so I don't upset myself all over again, but on a night there's no way I can avoid the darkness that kills me inside. I sat down again on the cave floor and continued writing a song that didn't yet have a title. I wrote out the notes and everything on a separate sheet of paper, wondering what it would sound like on a keyboard/piano until my hand got tired, I groaned and jumped up, knowing I should go to school. To stall a little, knowing I still had a bit of time, I slapped on some make up, black mascara and eye liner, and red lipstick, then I put my hair up, not caring how it would look and then popped a tiara in there. So I look a little insane... Well, I am.

I swiftly glanced at Fang who was still fast asleep and then grabbed my bag, running out of the cave entrance, not ready to face the day.

I took the usual route to school, following the now dry mud trail, swinging on the random rope over what-seemed-like-a-bottomless-drop, as I usually described it, landing awkwardly on the floor and continuing across and over other obstacles. I leaped gracefully off a ledge and then ran on for a little while, the wind blasting me in the face. It was truly exhilarating.

I got there early as expected, I took my first class, which was maths, and I wished I'd just skipped it. The boy who I sit next to stayed as far away from me as possible, and then the guy on the other side of me kept whispering things about me to the people on the desk behind. All lesson I had to put up with people laughing at me. By the end of the lesson, I'd snapped my pencil in half, I wanted to hit them all so badly...

When it came to 11am I couldn't take this anymore. I was so desperate to feel normal like the other people in this school, but it wasn't working out for me. As I was skipping my lesson I heard a teacher's voice shout me from the other end of the corridor, I panicked, and then ran. I ran up the stairs onto the second floor, skidded around the corner and then burst into what I thought was an empty classroom, I slammed the door as quickly and quietly as I could and then slid down the door onto the floor to hide. It was only then when I heard singing. I looked up, shocked and then spoke.

You have a nice voice. I whispered pathetically, not remembering how to move, Don't stop because I'm here.

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Words: 914
Tags: Andrew Marshall :: CLOSED BETCHES ;D
Lyrics: Hello ~ Evanescence
Outfit: Picturre ^^
Listening To: Farther Away ~ Evanescence
Notes: TRY TO FORGET YOU, BUT WITHOUT YOU, I FEEL NOTHING, DON'T LEAVE ME HERE, BY MYSELF, I CAN'T BREATHE~ xDD

[&&.andrew marshall.]

andrew MARSHALL.

It wasn't long before my voice died away slowly. My head snapped up as somebody entered the classroom, fully ready to give them an evil glare and tell them to leave in probably not the nicest way possible. I stopped, though, as they slammed the door behind them and slithered to the floor; instead, I blinked in surprise. Must be another... outcast like me. Looked like a year nine girl. Thick make-up around the eyes, jet black hair, and wild eyes. Probably an emo or goth, I reckoned.

'You have a nice voice. Don't stop because I'm here.'

After the initial surprise she hadn't mentioned anything about my mask, as most people did instantly, I straightened up slightly. To my own shock, I smiled wryly, shrugged and resumed my singing at a normal volume again. The one I'd been singing, currently unnamed, was new to me and the lyrics weren't fully remembered as of yet, so I sung a different song. One called City, lyrics actually by myself. The band loved it, and I liked to sing it, already knowing the lyrics off by heart.

"This city looks so pretty, do you wanna burn it with me, 'til the skies bleed ashes, and this fucking skyline crashes... they catch us with matches, ignite the flame, and all the hopes of a youth deemed fucking insane, they say take the pill, in god we trust, go and kill, god loves us, as in life, as in death, breathing 'til there is no breath..."

I continued on through my verse, and pausing just before the chorus; that was where Richard came in, and I didn't like singing other people's parts in a song.
I noted that I'd sworn twice. Well, to be brutally honest, I didn't care at all if she was insulted by my 'strong language', as the teachers put it when I let slip a few cusses during class.

Turning back to the younger girl, I remained where I was sat, but twisted towards her slightly. One eyebrow raised, and smirking, I adjusted the sailor hat and nodded to her. "Andrew Marshall. And you are..?"

WORD COUNT;; { three hundred and fifty two }
MUSE;; { good }
LISTENING TO;; { bottle and a gun, by hollywood undead }
COMMENTS;; { another song introduced. city, by hollywood undead. click to listen }[/size]

[`kiara cherrystone ;;]

He seemed a little surprised for some reason, I didn't bother asking or thinking about it though, I had bigger problems to think about right now. He continued singing, like I wanted him to, but I couldn't exactly concentrate on that at this moment in time. There was a teacher trying to track me down somewhere in this hellhole. It suddenly clicked into place that if they heard him singing, they might decide to come in and listen for a while. And the mystery boy wasn't exactly singing quietly, though I suppose he wasn't singing loudly either, it was just at a normal talking voice. I stayed where I was, on the floor, in front of the door, waiting to be busted... But it was completely silent out there, had they given up? Living in the forest had helped me quite a bit, since I was running about so much I got faster through the months.

Since I was safe at this moment in time, I decided to listen to the masked person's voice, and the lyrics to his song. He actually did have a good voice, which seemed really rare for most people. All those famous people were so fake, they had to edit their voice to sound good most of the time. I mean seriously, what's the point? If you can't sing: don't sing. Simple. I smiled, mostly to myself when he swore twice. I didn't mind this sort of thing. I hated pop music, where people are always singing about guys, drinking, partying and sometimes sex. They don't say it in the song most of the time, but you know that's what they're trying to say. I hate meaningless songs. Happy skippy shit - not my type of thing at all. To be honest, most of my songs where depressing.

He stopped, and I looked at him. God, he looked strange. That mask, the sailors hat... It's not what a normal person would wear. I wondered if he was some kind of loner. He kinda looked it, but I couldn't say anything. I had more enemies than friends, and never ever ever would I be 'loved'. It hurt to know that, and it hurt to know I only had what... One friend? Keith. And we weren't exactly doing too well at the moment, and it's all because he has a boyfriend. Long story; I won't even bother to think about it now. I suddenly realized I was staring at him, but I wasn't meant to. I wondered what he really looked like from under that mask... Why does he wear it? The thought of 'wearing' things made me check what I was wearing.

A red top, a torn black skirt, parts showing the white underskirt, black boots, a tiara, one of those weird gloves, a bracelet, and a necklace. So I didn't exactly look normal either...

He introduced himself. Andrew Marshall. I didn't know the name, so maybe he was new around here? Maybe he'd been here for ages, but I didn't pay any attention? Eh, I don't know. I doesn't really matter. I opened my mouth to speak, but then I heard footsteps and muttering outside the door. I pressed my ear to it and froze. Shit. What do I do now? I turned back to Andrew and pressed my finger to my lips, to tell him to be quiet. I slid towards the left wall, so if it opened I wouldn't be blocking it, but it was most likely I would be crushed by it. I was glad I moved, because the door opened slightly, and the same teacher who spotted me peeked in. I bit my lip, as she gazed around the room with a harsh glare. She looked at Andrew once, and left.

The door closed and I waited a few seconds before getting up and moving towards Andrew. I wondered why she hadn't said anything to him. So teachers avoid him now? Weird. They don't avoid me, and I've killed people. Though, I suppose they don't know that. Only one teacher knows, and one boy...

I almost smiled, I'm Kiara Cherrystone. Are you ditching class like I am?

Weird thing to ask, but oh well. I looked at the nearby clock. Time moves so slowly when it comes to school...

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Words: 711
Listening To: Gone ~ Kosheen
Notes: xD