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“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so,” Spoke Aliza softly underneath her breath as she tightened her small clutch on the crinkled aged book in her hand, Hamlet by William Shakespeare. Looking up, she turned around to look at the silently reading class, noticing that even her English teacher was at her desk paying little attention as she read. Being as hushed as a mouse, she sank out of her chair and grabbed her bag before slipping out. She sat at the desk right beside the door, as she did every other class, as she always had a tendency to just leave unnoticed. Sighing a bit as she walked into the empty and cold looking hall, she slipped the book into her bag. She had read the book many times over the past years, and didn’t feel like she needed to be in the class doing so again. Doing a slight skip down the hall way, she did a small twirl once or twice, before bumping right into a teacher. She knew him, and it was one of those teacher that often yelled at her for her little care and seriousness. “Oh dear! So sorry, sir.” She spoke, her light British accent adding a bit of charisma to her voice as she smiled. “I feel a tad dizzy, so I should really step outside, good day!” She called back to him, as she continued her way out the front doors. Her voice was probably loud enough that it seeped into other classrooms, and she mentally slapped herself for her carelessness.
Letting out a long breath of air as the cool fall air hit her when she stepped outside, she leaned against the cool stone wall of the school. Checking the watch on her wrist, it read one thirty PM on the dot. Dropping her wrist, she closed her eyes letting the cool wind hit her face. She didn’t feel like going back in the school. Her English class was going to be over soon, and the only class she had left was Math. She didn’t really feel like going to that class either. Her mother often got upset at her with that, she had almost perfect test scores and work scores, but her attendance was positively atrocious. She often just shrugged it off.
“I should probably stay here, Mother would get aggravated that I’m home early...” She spoke to herself. “What to do, what to do.” She sighed, looking around the personless, yet tree filled front entrance to the school. Moving away from the wall, she walked around the trees in a maze like pattern, turning and twisting around them boredly. Grabbing onto the tiny trunk of one of the trees, she twisted around it, but lost her footing and fell onto her butt, saying a small “oomph.” Her long blonde hair flew wildly around her face, almost like a lions main. Staying seated on the ground, she smoothed her hair back down, the sleeves of her sweater covering over her hands.
She refused to get up, she just laid down and gazed up at the brilliantly blue sky filled with fluffy clouds. She was a dreamer. It’s what everyone had always told her. As a child she used to come up with the damndness things. Her mother would always tell her everything she said was lies, but her father would always encourage her imagination. God, she missed her father. He had died nearly three years ago, and he was her favorite person on this planet. After he died her mother had given her a white and black jeweled locker with his picture in it, and she hadn’t taken it off since.
Letting out a long breath of air as the cool fall air hit her when she stepped outside, she leaned against the cool stone wall of the school. Checking the watch on her wrist, it read one thirty PM on the dot. Dropping her wrist, she closed her eyes letting the cool wind hit her face. She didn’t feel like going back in the school. Her English class was going to be over soon, and the only class she had left was Math. She didn’t really feel like going to that class either. Her mother often got upset at her with that, she had almost perfect test scores and work scores, but her attendance was positively atrocious. She often just shrugged it off.
“I should probably stay here, Mother would get aggravated that I’m home early...” She spoke to herself. “What to do, what to do.” She sighed, looking around the personless, yet tree filled front entrance to the school. Moving away from the wall, she walked around the trees in a maze like pattern, turning and twisting around them boredly. Grabbing onto the tiny trunk of one of the trees, she twisted around it, but lost her footing and fell onto her butt, saying a small “oomph.” Her long blonde hair flew wildly around her face, almost like a lions main. Staying seated on the ground, she smoothed her hair back down, the sleeves of her sweater covering over her hands.
She refused to get up, she just laid down and gazed up at the brilliantly blue sky filled with fluffy clouds. She was a dreamer. It’s what everyone had always told her. As a child she used to come up with the damndness things. Her mother would always tell her everything she said was lies, but her father would always encourage her imagination. God, she missed her father. He had died nearly three years ago, and he was her favorite person on this planet. After he died her mother had given her a white and black jeweled locker with his picture in it, and she hadn’t taken it off since.