She stared beyond the soul of her teacher, letting the sands of time slowly drain away. Her cold, pale face showed no emotion, like a purged husk left in abandonment. She set aside her worked and drowned in the melancholy melodies of her music. “It’s just another F” is quietly stated out of her frowning pink lips as the cast out assignment slowly descended to the frigid linoleum floor.
June 4, 2012