Sarah (inspired on a bfl song)

i was getting late for school, dads limo took to long on getting home, so i was kind of annoyed already. way to begin a morning, i guess. but i have to see getting late at school like something cool, because it is, since all the celebrities that come late and all that are the best ones.hah. plus, less time on that boring history class is worth it. but when i finally got to the classroom i got quite surprised, by the fact i wasn’t the star of the classroom when i waves my hair when coming at the door, no, no one was steering at me, but at that other girl.

a slim, tall girl standing up next to the teacher.
she was all in black. had a strangely haircut, black and white hair, which didn’t let her eyes to be seen.
what i thought was the strangest part of her, was the bat tattooed  on her forearm. she also seemed to have all kind of bats everywhere. a necklace, a belt, in the shoe, in a ring in her ears, simply full of bats. she also had an angel tattoo sinking in her neck

the interesting fact of bats i always loved, it was that, even when they where blinded, they could see just by the sound of things. apart from that, they where just some boring symbols for darkies. like that girl looks to be like, because, like, seriously. she is all in black, the only color she has other than that, is her skin. and lets say it doesn’t have that much color, couldn’t be more white.

in order to make my presence noticed, after hearing an echoes of voices singing ‘hello sarah’ i decide to take part in the scene, i wave my curly blonde hair in front of her, to see how much color i DO have, and say,

-hello, weirdo. -No response from her, but yes from my common public, now everybody was laughing at her. -you could use some more color, you know? black its so last season. - but no sign of emotion crossed the little i saw from her face (nose and lips, only) so i just act like if it where funny, and come back to my sit, to get the daily news from my twin fellows and boyfriend.

the teacher couldn’t help on staring at me, like if i interrupted her talk or said something offensive. clearly, i always have this personality and she is already used to it, but who knows, and who cares.

-as i was explaining, sarah, here, -says the teacher, putting her arm on ‘sarahs’ shoulder - is blind. -0oh. so that was the thing i said that made the teacher stare. that must be the why of the bats. -and when a child, she had her heart operated, so her health was to low to be allowed to come to school, and -she puts a better humor voice- now that she is better, she is sharing the classes with you! so you better make her feel like home. -i started chewing some bubblegum. - and no jokes on her. thanks, know, sarah, go sit over there. -the only sit available was in front of me, great.

she simply went al by her own to the table and sat on the chair, like if she could actually see.  the silence was so palpable, that you could hear myself chewing the gum, and a strange noise, like a loong and interminable M coming from…from sarah.