learn to fly - Nate

[amelia grace moffat]

( Take these sunken eyes )



& learn to see

Sometimes, the lunches at Newbrook were questionably edible. When Amy sat at her lunch table by herself cautiously eyeing up what was advertised at meatloaf, but frankly didn't much look like meat at all, she couldn't help but wonder if it was safe to eat the cafeteria lunches. The ladies who worked there were nice enough; they, unlike the other teachers, never ragged to the young blonde to take off her beanie in the school. It wasn't one of those situations where she was worried they might've spat in her food or something, it was more a genuine concern about what-the-hell kind of diseases might be carried in anything that looked, and smelled, as bad as the food they served here. Peas should be edible, she thought to herself, carefully spooning a small quantity into her mouth. It wasn't that they were particularly bad: more just that they tasted watered down and bland, like most of the food she'd eaten here. Mrs. Moffat, her mum, was an amazing cook, so needless to say whenever she was forced to eat at the academy, it was simply not as satisfying.

After the unfortunate mouthful of peas, she opted to sip her diet cola instead of risking another unpleasant taste. This was how lunches usually passed for the junior; she would drink something, be it tea, cola, water, or whatever, and she would just watch the people around her. Of course, she would've enjoyed some company, but she was almost seventeen and being alone had become the norm for her. It didn't feel sad or lonesome by herself; she simply accepted her role as an observer. Most people would find her lack of participation in life sort of sad, but honestly, she liked it best this way. Instead of talking much she could just watch the three girls from her ballet class gossip about those two boys who took general maths with them. Any person could notice the gossiping, but Amy was a certified wallflower, so she noticed the little details. She noticed the way the brunette's blush deepened whenever one name was mentioned, and she noticed the way the redhead rolled her eyes whenever she noticed her friend blushing. People have interesting dynamics. It's sort of like none of them like each other at all. That's what Amy had noticed, anyway.

If someone were to look on at her she wondered what they would see. It didn't take long for her to be faced with the obvious: they would be sad. Amy sat at exactly the same table every day, in exactly with same spot, with exactly zero people talking to her. Though she'd never let it bother her much, it probably seemed pretty pathetic to any onlookers. Occasionally she would have a book that she would read in solitude until the bell announced the end of lunch period and the start of her next class. Other times she would listen to music, but most of the time she just sat there and watched the people around her. All of those people were secure in where they belonged. When she'd been a freshman she'd had friends to sit with. Tyler and Nadia had been seniors when she was fourteen, and they'd been the best friends she could possibly ask for. They sat with her at lunch, they laughed together, and they insisted on including her in conversation. It had been nice when they'd been there because they had never judged. Amy's smoking habits sucked, sure, but they weren't able to judge because they smoked too. And sure Amy's sense of style was wonky, but to them, she could've worn a paper bag and still been cool. Having friends had been a nice feeling, but after they graduated she found herself once again alone. Everyone else already had friends, so she stuck with what she knew: books, music, and dance.

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TAGGED//[/i][/color]Nate Grey
LYRICS//[/i][/color]Blackbird - The Beatles
OUTFIT//[/i][/color] Click here
CREDIT//[/i][/color]Little Miss Lacey
NOTES//[/i][/color]Here ya go! It's not very good, sorry.[/blockquote]