a student. a teacher. you'd either expect a kinky love story which had no value or a relationship with no more than an ask of academic help. unfortunately that wasn't an option for anxiety ridden kimberly browne and words of velvet alex david.

cigarettes

THE DAY IN which we had to come back to school had unfortunately arrived and my parents were to be back tonight, which wasn't the happiest occasion for me. After all, all my mum would do is worry. 


Self consciously, I look at myself in the mirror. I hate my body. Other people would examine their perfections, whilst I examined my flaws and nothing else; probably because I have no perfections. 


My skirt was hiked a little bit before my knees, at mid thigh and my white blouse was tucked somewhat neatly into it whilst a tie was wrapped around the collar of my blouse. I had put slightly see through tights on my legs; hoping that they would look much better. Over the knee socks were placed on top as well. 


I shrugged. Who cares? I look horrible no matter how I dress, so I might as well wear whatever the fuck I wanted. Placing black ankle boots on my feet and grabbing my bag, I left the house and skated the way there. 


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