*It's her third day in this place and already she feels restless. She refuses to make friends or socialize, what's the point? she'll just have to leav them and move on to yet another place. Some times she crys for no reason. sometimes she screams at the top of her lungs for no reason. Now staring blank faced at her open locker she feels like doing both, but she dosn't. Being an army brat feels like being a zombie, walking through life but never really living it. She hates her father who always ignores her and she also hates her trophey wife of a mother who's only concern is keeping her weekly beauty parlor apiontment. She rubs her eyes smearing her black eyeliner slightly as a few tears fall down her cheeks.*
She mutters to herself Fuck it...fuck it all...
*she digs in her back pack and brings out a sharpi, quickly taking off it's cap and writing her exact thoughts on the outside of her locker in large letters*
"FUCK IT ALL!"
*she slowly heads out of the hall and puts on her head phones letting The Clash ebb her anger. Once outside she lights a cig and takes a deep drag wishing she were somewhere safe...somewhere she could call home*