Snippet #2224763

Gwendolyn was sitting on a bench in the streets, earphones in. The world out. That's how she saw it and she'd prefer it that way. Humming to the tune softly as she watched cars go past, it passed the time for a moment. The brunette kept her handbag beside her as she gazed, then looked to the sky in disgust. "One day, I'll end up up there and when I do, you'll fear my wrath." She mumbled as she took one leg off the other, sitting up straight and rubbing an eye. She was tired from a long working day. Why is the world like this? Gwen asked herself silently and sighed. She felt miserable, pure miserable and that was only because she was tired. Tired, stressed and just really negative today.

She then decided to get a bottle out of her black handbag, which matched the shirt under her green/khaki jacket and sipped some. Closing her eyes as the taste of the coldness trickled down her aching throat. After complaining a worker in a local supermarket about the pricing of drinks. Her throat was sore. Then after a few more, one or two gulps she placed it back into the handbag after screwing the lid back on again and sighed. She bit her lip as she then stood up, placing strands of hair behind her left ear and made her leave, walking in black flats and dark jeans.

The Filipina girl kept walking, past houses and streets, it was a very ordinary day for her. Too ordinary. She didn't like it at all. It was boring, really, ultimately, stupidly boring. She looked at the nearby bus stop as she walked and decided she'd get that back to her 'home' instead of walking, her legs ached and everything. So she'd rather wait.

The bus stop said 10 minutes.

Well, it better be worth that wait then... She thought as she snuggled up in her coat, all chilled and relaxed inside. But then the clouds in the sky caught her attention, she obnoxiously raised an eyebrow as the white puffs of fluff flew by over her head and over the many buildings that are ever so tall. Why do you clouds exist..? She thought about the clouds floating by and sighed again. Now mentally questioning her own life, why is she still here after all her fathers abuse against her? Why? Oh why?

Because she was stronger than she gave herself credit for, that's why. Now, 7 minutes until the bus arrived and then Gwen sighed again, her brown hair falling back into it's original place. Which funnily enough didn't bother her this time, and she laughed to herself before placing a leg on the other again. I guess being misunderstood is pretty much an understatement at best... She then thought and pursed her lips before tilting up again, looking to the clouds and the beautiful sky, sighing contently as her mind drifts off somewhere, far away because she hated this, the cold and the waiting, the fake love and the hating. It was something she didn't enjoy in the world, something that made the world cruel in her eyes.

Gwendolyn Yvonne Byron-Verceles hated it with a major hating passion, that's for sure.