â I don't know where you're going
But do you got room for one more troubled soul?
I don't know where I'm going
But I don't think I'm going home. â
But do you got room for one more troubled soul?
I don't know where I'm going
But I don't think I'm going home. â
Elizabeth woke up early, at least by her standards. Her iPhone began to blare Fall Out Boy lyrics into her ears, and she immediately ripped the earphones out and started shuffling under her pillow for where she had left her phone. She had been listening to music overnight, as she usually did, though it seemed that she had forgotten to lock the phone and had accidentally turned the volume up in her sleep. She immediately turned down the volume before taking out the earphones and placing the phone and earphones on her bedside locker.
Either way, she didn't feel sleepy anymore, so she slowly slipped out of bed and got dressed into some shorts, heels and an open stitch sweater tank, before taming her bed head into her usual waves, which she was always too lazy to straighten or curl. She sang along - loudly - as she started putting on some make up, though not enough to make her look orange. "My heart is like a stallion, they love it more when it's broken.." she practically screamed, before waving her hair backwards and forwards. Elizabeth was not known for her singing voice. "Do you wanna' feel beautiful?"
Though today was probably the first day in a while that she actually had time to eat breakfast, she skipped it as usual, mostly out of habit. She grabbed her brown satchel from inside the door, which contained her school books, pencil case and The Fault In Our Stars, which she had borrowed from the school library for the third time. Speaking of which, she had been planning on returning it after school, but decided she might as well head now, as she had gotten up earlier.
She plugged her earphones in as she left the house, deciding to walk to school as she had no intention of waking up either of her parents for a lift and her car was still getting repaired after she had crashed it. The school was only in a five minute walking distance, anyway, so she was hardly straining herself, even if sweat did smell gross.
She arrived at her locker first, where someone was singing at the top of their lungs, and she wasn't sure whether they were oblivious to the fact there were other people here or they just didn't give a fuck. Either way, the lyrics were certainly familiar as Fall Out Boy's Young Volcanoes. She smiled slightly, surprised to find that someone else in this hell hole actually had good music taste, before heading to the library, where she saw the blue haired boy, Sebastian, heading inside. It must have been him who was singing.
She was mildly surprised to find the library not completely empty. Of course, the people that did occupy the library weren't the kind of people she tended to mingle with, but it wasn't empty, nonetheless. She headed to where she knew the majority of the John Green books were kept, which wasn't much, to be fair. She held the book up to the librarian as she walked in to indicate that she was returning it, not bothered to have a conversation so early in the morning.
She glanced over at the group that were in the library, and recognized most of them. She could only see one girl from where she was sitting, and knew that her name was Camilla or something, she wasn't sure. The blue haired boy, of course, and that boy, Cameron, who was constantly annoying Chris and Peter. She smiled and looked back at the books. Her finger traced over their spines, until she landed at one she didn't recognize. 13 Reasons Why, the title read, and she picked it up and glanced at the summary. She didn't even bother properly reading it before she decided to take it.
Elizabeth checked the book out before sitting curled up in the corner, by herself, listening to Fall Out Boy and humming, "Death Valley" under her breath. It was a weird feeling, reading in the library, something she had forgotten she enjoyed. The strange silence, only interrupted by a few mumbles and the turning of a page.
â I don't know where you're going
But do you got room for one more troubled soul?
I don't know where I'm going
But I don't think I'm going home. â
But do you got room for one more troubled soul?
I don't know where I'm going
But I don't think I'm going home. â