Post by Youkai Chi on Sept 12, 2008 16:33:23 GMT -5
Wait while jealousy tears you apart
I'm sorry but I cannot help the way you are
That we do the things you can't
Just wait. Can't you see you're being weak?
It's shallow and dark, and now every time you speak
You're just lying through your teeth
The seventeen year old sang along to yet another Kisshasy song. The girl sang low because she felt her voice was horried, her family supporting this theory, though her friends said her voice was surprisingly good for the fact when she talked, due to the speed and key of her words, she was often asked if she were stoned. She would normally chase who ever said this off with insults or some form of minor physical attack, this attack normally being kicking shins. She has, indeed, left many people with bruised legs.
She yawned softly, this stopping her low singing. She pulled one of the earbuds jammed into her ear, still blaring the song performed by the Australian band. Chi looked at at the orange and pink sky, her smiling at the sight of the sunset. She loved the end of the day and the night. Sunsets meant that she had made it through yet another day, another, normally, tourturous day. Plus, she was naturally a night person, ften called nocternal due to her sleeping habits. The night also excited her with her, almost religous, belief of vampires.
Chi walked over to a tree and leaned against it, the rough bark of if felt through her dark collored band t-shirt. She suddenly felt as if she were being watched. Her eyes jerked around as her strangly sensative ears listened for any foot steps. Dispite the fact she always listened to blaring rock and metal sent directly into her ear by the earbuds, her ears still held a sensativity to the slightest change. She was always the one to be able to hear a cell phone go off when music blared, though no one else had the slightest clue. She was the one who was able to easily distinguish voies over the phone, though some people swore that two people sounded the same. The difference in tuning involved in music was painfully obvious to her, though most people could never distinguish the difference.
She shuddered as a strong wind blew against her, her eyes closing. The sound of footsteps suddenly made her open her eyes, but she saw no one. "Hello?" she asked, wanting who ever was there to come out to her, this would certainly calm her nerves, unless of course the peron weilded a weopon or rope.
I'm sorry but I cannot help the way you are
That we do the things you can't
Just wait. Can't you see you're being weak?
It's shallow and dark, and now every time you speak
You're just lying through your teeth
The seventeen year old sang along to yet another Kisshasy song. The girl sang low because she felt her voice was horried, her family supporting this theory, though her friends said her voice was surprisingly good for the fact when she talked, due to the speed and key of her words, she was often asked if she were stoned. She would normally chase who ever said this off with insults or some form of minor physical attack, this attack normally being kicking shins. She has, indeed, left many people with bruised legs.
She yawned softly, this stopping her low singing. She pulled one of the earbuds jammed into her ear, still blaring the song performed by the Australian band. Chi looked at at the orange and pink sky, her smiling at the sight of the sunset. She loved the end of the day and the night. Sunsets meant that she had made it through yet another day, another, normally, tourturous day. Plus, she was naturally a night person, ften called nocternal due to her sleeping habits. The night also excited her with her, almost religous, belief of vampires.
Chi walked over to a tree and leaned against it, the rough bark of if felt through her dark collored band t-shirt. She suddenly felt as if she were being watched. Her eyes jerked around as her strangly sensative ears listened for any foot steps. Dispite the fact she always listened to blaring rock and metal sent directly into her ear by the earbuds, her ears still held a sensativity to the slightest change. She was always the one to be able to hear a cell phone go off when music blared, though no one else had the slightest clue. She was the one who was able to easily distinguish voies over the phone, though some people swore that two people sounded the same. The difference in tuning involved in music was painfully obvious to her, though most people could never distinguish the difference.
She shuddered as a strong wind blew against her, her eyes closing. The sound of footsteps suddenly made her open her eyes, but she saw no one. "Hello?" she asked, wanting who ever was there to come out to her, this would certainly calm her nerves, unless of course the peron weilded a weopon or rope.
