As the dark haired girl started at the portrait that laid at her hand. The portrait of ages ago in the time she had light that was no more. A portrait of herself over looking a meadow and 3 people greeting her with a smile.She weakly smiled and with disdain, turned it around as to feel that it were no more. It would not be disposed of, she thought. She alone wanted the overlooked importance of the portrait to be acknowledged by herself. She always thought contridictary of that portait and she wished to throw it away. There were several matters to be attended to of more importance. Like HOW THE HELL SHE WAZ SUPPOSED TO FINISH HER HOMEWORK!?
AGH! My stupid picture of my stupid self in a stupid picture frame on my stupid wall is driving me freaking insane. And so is this wacky haircut. I have like a million things to finish and my teachers are all sooo overexpecting. (-.-) I hate middle school. No free time. No fun. FLUCK. Imma do my hw before i collaspe of frustration. DAMNIT!
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