The old branches swayed loudly as the wind brushed heavily against them. There, a young girl running through them with her twigged raven hair, her soil covered eyes seeping out tears that were streaming down her face. Sounds, horrible sounds. Sounds of popularity, snub, outcast, unwanted.
In other words,

Classificaton was calling her.

She wanted to be free. Free from all the cliques, the cache and dull life of the ordinary. Free to use her pen when and however she wanted.

Through the darkness of it all, she had seen a small glimmering light in the distance..
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Hey guys :) Well I’m Jing ( yes very odd I know get used to it ) and the small lil intro i posted up there tells a bit about me. I am, pretty young you could say with my luminous brown eyes and my jet black hair that is always a mess. No it isn’t curly, its straight. I’m no prep, nor a goth. I’m…I have no idea actually. Maybe that’s for you to decide :)

“What’s the point of makeup if all he sees is your smile”
- hehe til then..