I walk past a girl every day after school, at least I think it’s a girl.
Her hair is dyed black with bright purple highlights.
Her nose and various other places on her ghostly pale face, are dotted up and down with piercings and studs.
Her left arm is covered with tattoos and images of death and morbid poetry.
Her obnoxiously printed T-shirts are usually smitten with Edward Cullen and his comrades.
She wears the highest converses available, and the shortest skirts on the market.
Her normal attire consists of disgustingly radiant monochrome.
Her legs are thin and skinny, as if she’s been starving herself for the last decade, and her hands are bony and grotesque, with foul black-painted nails.
Every day I walk past this girl, and I dearly hope I do not end up like her.
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Hallo, I am FreezeCube, Free-C, Cube, Tori, Hanna, whatever.
I love Blue.
I love the number 3.
I love clouds.
I love cubes.
And I love cold weather.