`the bottom of the bottle (open)

[rhen]

THESE THINGS ARE SO TYPICAL
• to believe these things are unforgivable •
I'M GONE AND YOU'RE INVISIBLE

Morgan held her lock and quickly began turning the knob until it hit the right numbers. She pulled it down and held the lock in her hand as she opened the locker. Placing the clasp inside with a few books, she slung her bag on the ground, and sat down at that spot facing towards a column of lockers on the other side of her own. It was time for lunch. The dining hall would be full of people trying to find a table to sit at and there would be probably be a long line for food. Luckily, Morgan had packed her own lunch and would always sit in front of her locket and eat. Sometimes the library would have been the better choice so she can hang out with her friends, but she suspected that they would be finishing some work up. It was never really lonely. It was just comfortable being with yourself.

Opening her backpack, she took out a bag of chips and a book. Her stomach was growling slightly as she smelt her lunch. As lucky as Morgan was to have something to eat, she ate her food slowly. Her unused hand would be used to open her book and manage to read. Multitasking was easy. If the tasks would be easy and it seemed that the two that she was performing were easy enough. "Watch it." Morgan said as someone tripped over her outstretched legs. She didn't bother with getting mad. It happened a lot of times, everyday. She was too absorbed in her book to look up from where she was sitting. So, she kept on reading. The happiness ended when her food supply in her backpack ended. At the same time she stopped reading and began to fiddle with her book. I think I'll read this later. Haha, I'm such a weirdo.

TAGGED ! open
WORDS ! .....
LYRICS ! 99 times by kate voegele
TEMPLATE !PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
GRAPHICS ! ME; PICTURE CREDIT TO SELENA-GOMEZ GALLERY
NOTES ! ......

[kaiya]

It was Adelaide's first real day of school. She had arrived the previous day after a week of "vacation" at her aunt Loraine's house, and she was sure she was going to lose her mind. She had gotten turned around at least four times on her way to and from her classes, ended up being in the wrong class twice, and realized that her classes were set up very differently than those of French schools. After the first couple hours, Adelaide was ready to give up and be homeschooled by her crazy aunt. Why had she ever thought going to school would be any sort of solution to her overwhelming life?

The junior braved the school lunch room only long enough to get a few items to eat and decide that there was no way in hell she was going to be all, "Hey! Mind if I sit here?" after the morning she'd had. No, sir.

So, she busted out of the cafeteria, lunch tray in wavering dangerously in her hand as she tried to collect her frazzled self. But where to go? She could go to the library... Or her dorm... Or over to that other girl sitting against the lockers... Why was it Adelaide felt so much more willing to approach a single stranger than a swarm?

The blonde had no idea, of course, but she went with it and took a seat against the row of lockers across the hall from the brunette. Before saying anything, she dropped her backpack down and crossed her feet at the ankles, resting her tray on her lap. "Bonjo— I mean, hi." Oh, yes. Great way to start off a conversation, Adelaide. Fabulous beginning.