Post by Ash James Launer on Jan 15, 2012 11:29:36 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background: url(http://www.photos-public-domain.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/light-red-canvas-fabric-texture.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] [/style][style=padding-top: 5px; line-height: 10px; text-align: center; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase;] sometimes, they say this should feel something like fire. As Ash walked around the cafeteria, he got a weird feeling. He didn't know which table to sit at. He didn't know where he would fit in. It seemed everywhere people were judging in him his looks. He absolutely hated people like that, and was sick and tired of it. Ash had been here for a few weeks now, and he still had no friends. He guessed that now he would have to really get himself out there. It was weird not ever having anyone to talk to, and always being alone. There was an empty table near a corner. Ash decided to sit down there, by himself. He took his seat, and sat his tray down. For lunch, he was eating a chicken sandwich, a gatorade, an apple, and french fries. He only picked at his food, though. He wasn't too funny. Ash looked around the cafeteria. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying themeselves, eating lunch with their best friends. Every one in a while loud laughter would be hear drom different tables. Ash looked back down at his food. Yeah, he felt lonely and weird, just sitting by himself. But he would never be the one to start a conversation. Other people would have to if they really wanted to speak to him. And right now, Ash kinda hoped that someone would wanna talk to him. words: 231 tagged: june. muse: 7/10 notes: thumb..pain:/ |
