No.As I try to crawl away from my cube, something tugs on my orange hair. It takes everything I have not to scream, but I do jump a bit. Then I realize that strands of my long hair were simply caught in the wires that have always gone through the walls. What's wrong with me today? I've sneaked out my cube a million times...well, actually only ten, but that's saying something in this awful place.No. by TopHatBigPencil
After taking a second to think about the usefulness of a ponytail, I go on, sticking to the walls with calculated steps and measured breaths. In the shadows of the dark halls, I'm able to notice other kids trying to make it to the end of the hall like me. Most of them have learned to become practically invisible, just like me, but a few seem to be breathing too loud. They desperately need to work on that if they want to make it in this current life. Reason being, the halls are so deathly quiet, if someone dropped a pin, heaven forbid, it would sound like a bomb went off.
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|I've been drawing since I was eight and I really enjoyed it. Mostly I draw characters in manga form, and then I have the urge to find out how this person ended up this way so I write entire stories about them. It get's tough, what with writer's block and then messing up the character no matter what I do, but I want to write stories and become an author, so I keep at it. I hope to see amazing pieces of art and meet just as amazing people. Anything you may want to know, just ask. I'm happy to answer questions. (^,^)|