Lost In Between

iel

o. Rampaging through her backpack to get her lipstick out, looking at it, she frowns, a

everyone out and just be alone, act like she is the only one in this world and just walk anyhow sh

H

o work on, and a boyfriend to look good for, she has

to be

, but for the P

to ple

" She asks herself. She smiles while looking into the sink, She raises her head, lifts

r her head but f

ul, perfect Daniella, who

ts. "And why are you still in here, look at your watch

backpack from the toilet sit, f

oing with your face looking like t

, apply it neatly on your lips, apply some pounds to your face,

and does everything she has told her ref

r skirt, moving with the wind, her blue orbs, sending Piercing lo

t Girl

been looking for y

l, I have Mr. Nosy's class then I

s her head and heads

motion using her guitar but no one will ever understand. She drops her backpa

upposed to be, Danielle is in no hurry because she knows

nd is holding a chair to sit next to Clara but Mr.

. Sorry....err, I mean

at the empty sit, next to a

in position ready to pluck those dead strings back to life. "Not today Daniella, look for

any instrument apart from m

him by his pupils because of how his nose is protruding, and the inner hair of the nostrils always grew long. He was always the one who was

guitar,' eyes, and Daniella knows not to piss

urmuring "sorry," then lifts her he

saxophone please," she

points in no direction, just so she could laugh but she k

, I am playing the piano for today,

face, she didn't look at her instead she looked at the saxophone be

fore putting it in her mouth. The girl next to her is shocked and can't even ta

t know where it has been

after the girl shifted her f

a, for Christ's sake," shou

ding everyone crazy, "What the heck! I don

nce is you have to hold it and blow it in instead of o

! Out of my class now! That's the end of our class today. Let's pick from there in the next c

ut she knows that will be another scandal she doesn't want to put herself int

sons am good with the saxophone,

ng the guitar into the bag that now seemed so small to be in, her ha

f you don

istent, are you now? You wanna help? Why don't you drop your fucking