"What's this?" The coldness of her voice made my spine tingle with momentary fear. I quickly shoved the emotion away and put on a fake smile on my face.
"It's a friendship bracelet," I explained, carefully avoiding those questioning eyes.
"It's written on your skin." Blunt as ever, huh? My heart squeezed in pain.
"Well...I like to think it is," I pouted, looking slightly hurt by her observation. My hand was shoved in front of my face, reminding me of the...stupidity I had done. I shook my hand and forced her to let go. Without her hand to cover it, my..."bracelet" had become quite obvious.
Manipulative...white lies...fake sincerity...
Friendship bracelet indeed. The words were marred against my skin, snaking along my wrist like a taunting sign that laughed at my suffering. What was friendship? It took me a while to figure that out. Now that I know of its meaning, I don't wish to ever forget...and writing it down on my wrist seemed like a perfectly good idea at that time. I slid my jacket sleeve over the words, my eyes flickering at the wound on my left knuckle for a moment. It looked brownish which meant that it was already healing. I'll have to make new ones soon. I clenched my fist and sighed. "I should go."
The whole event played through my mind like a bittersweet record, the scene a blurry vision in my mind's eye. Hah. It's not like she'd actually care. Not in the real world anyway. I folded my arms on top of my desk and leaned forward, making sure that my eyes did not stare right at her figure. Were we ever even friends or was I being delusional all this time? I wish I knew the answer to that.
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>_> It happened. Sort of...I'd show the "bracelet" but it's already fading and I don't have a camera nearby.
I like my friends. I have them here...and I have them at school, although I have to admit that my ties with them are not as strong. I am not really that much cynical about friendship because hey, it's the one good thing that keeps me sane sometimes.
Oh, and because I do so hate sounding so emo-ish...I'm going to talk about something else as well!
So we had little kids go to our Art room this morning and we're supposed to tour them around the place. I had seven of them and I started babbling on and on about whatever. This kid looks at me and asks, "You're not alien are you?" Haha. (I think I said something like, "How did you know?!") XD Later on, we were staring at this three headed dog made out of clay and I told them not to touch it because it'll bite their hands off. They actually believed me! That was just so funny. It's too bad the bell had rung before we had finished with the tour...
"It's a friendship bracelet," I explained, carefully avoiding those questioning eyes.
"It's written on your skin." Blunt as ever, huh? My heart squeezed in pain.
"Well...I like to think it is," I pouted, looking slightly hurt by her observation. My hand was shoved in front of my face, reminding me of the...stupidity I had done. I shook my hand and forced her to let go. Without her hand to cover it, my..."bracelet" had become quite obvious.
Manipulative...white lies...fake sincerity...
Friendship bracelet indeed. The words were marred against my skin, snaking along my wrist like a taunting sign that laughed at my suffering. What was friendship? It took me a while to figure that out. Now that I know of its meaning, I don't wish to ever forget...and writing it down on my wrist seemed like a perfectly good idea at that time. I slid my jacket sleeve over the words, my eyes flickering at the wound on my left knuckle for a moment. It looked brownish which meant that it was already healing. I'll have to make new ones soon. I clenched my fist and sighed. "I should go."
The whole event played through my mind like a bittersweet record, the scene a blurry vision in my mind's eye. Hah. It's not like she'd actually care. Not in the real world anyway. I folded my arms on top of my desk and leaned forward, making sure that my eyes did not stare right at her figure. Were we ever even friends or was I being delusional all this time? I wish I knew the answer to that.
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>_> It happened. Sort of...I'd show the "bracelet" but it's already fading and I don't have a camera nearby.
I like my friends. I have them here...and I have them at school, although I have to admit that my ties with them are not as strong. I am not really that much cynical about friendship because hey, it's the one good thing that keeps me sane sometimes.
Oh, and because I do so hate sounding so emo-ish...I'm going to talk about something else as well!
So we had little kids go to our Art room this morning and we're supposed to tour them around the place. I had seven of them and I started babbling on and on about whatever. This kid looks at me and asks, "You're not alien are you?" Haha. (I think I said something like, "How did you know?!") XD Later on, we were staring at this three headed dog made out of clay and I told them not to touch it because it'll bite their hands off. They actually believed me! That was just so funny. It's too bad the bell had rung before we had finished with the tour...