The darkening angels beneath the bed, I still see everything you said... Crimson in red
A r a b e l l a
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I'm waking up, ash to dust. I wipe my brow and I swear my rust. I'm breathing in, the chemicals...
wearing:: this
mood:: still bored
where:: main lobby
with:: me,myself,i
Looking over at the boy, I nodded a bit. "Yeah, accoustic."
Smirking, I cursed my accent, hating how the British accents made every a's in accoustic ahs, and the ou, ooos. Blowing a strand of blonde hair from my eyes, I moved a bit on the seat, watching one girl get called up to leave. Making a mental note to keep my ears open for my own name, I glanced back to the lean lad.
Stopping my foot from continueing to tap against the hard surface, my gaze remembered his face for a moment before I spoke again. "So, how long have you lived around here?" I questioned, wondering where or when the boy had gotten to this town, if he had moved like I had or lived here for quite some time. "Oh, and I'm Bella." I said, not wanting to seem rude for not mentioning my name.