Belle Luis
Stories (2/0)
The Gloomy House
My eyes feel a cool breeze as my best friend removes her moist, sticky hands from my face. I slowly open one eye, and as my top eyelashes are slowly separating from my bottom, I see what looks like an icy blue box. I quickly opened the other eye, and there lay the most beautiful box in the world. The box is so blue that it would become one with the Caribbean sea. On top of the box, there was a bow that was so silky and like milk, it was almost tempting to eat.
By Belle Luis2 years ago in Psyche
Hallways
I am a hallway away from that class. Yesterday, I was grieving in that class, and now, today, I would rather die than step foot anywhere near that class. I want to hide away and leave this toxic air. This air that everyone had to breathe. Not just anyone, but disgraceful, mean, arrogant, and high-maintenance people. I hated this air. The smell of rich boy cologne, Victoria's Secret perfume, overconfidence, and money. I do not deserve to breathe this air. The smell of the rich. I always hated it. It made me feel like I don’t belong, for I only know the smell of grease, hatred, and poverty.
By Belle Luis2 years ago in Psyche