Alice Carrollen's Blouse

     She drummed her fingers against the desk, she wiggled and tapped her feet, she twisted and pulled her hair. She looked up at the clock, she sighed a big puff of air out.

     The heels of her shoes kept making a tap-tap noise every time they hit against the multi-colored carpet. 

     Her anticipation made her heart beat like a humming bird that drank some monster. She kept chanting in her head over and over, Five More Minutes, Five More Minutes! She Tried to make time stop, she never wanted the time to come, she didn't want to face her. Correction, she couldn't face her.

     She knew that she wouldn't give her any mercy, after all it was Alice Carrollen, the nastiest but the most popular teen in the school.
     She didn't mean to dump her Pepsi, egg sandwich, and pudding down Alice's designer blouse, that apparently costed her $250.(A stupid waste of money in her own opinion.) When she saw the look of absolute hate rolling in waves off of Alice, she knew she was going to get it.
     Alice had a rep., she was known for no fear, and for her dirty fighting. If high school was an Army, Alice would be the General of War. If high school was the Lion King, Alice would be Scar and all her little "minions" would be the annoying hyenas. But, unlike Lion King, there was not Mufasa to save us from her.
     Alice Carrollen was someone not to mess with...

      Time escapes me here.... I feel as if I could stay and never grow here, as if this moment is my life. I know  what awaits me when I leave this place; pain, horror, anguish, and loss. But still I have to look beyond that, look at the things still good and sane, not that there is much of that anymore anyway.
     But.... do I really care? Do I care anymore what happens? No, I don't, I'm beyond that. I am solid, unbreakable and not willing to crumple under the weight and pressure they have put upon me. This place has changed something inside of me, it made me realize that there are things in this world still fighting for.
     The only thing that still bothers me is the fact that I still need something I really want to fight for, something that would make me want to brave and stupid thing for no sane reason.
     That's why I have to wake up......... I need to find something worth fighting for....

                                                         -This is from a book that I am trying to write (sorry about all the heavy                                                                                                                                              stuff, it fits in with the book.:D)