Post by Cara-Jean Kitchi on Apr 7, 2012 10:52:40 GMT 2
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And who do you think you are
Running round leaving scars
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And who do you think you are
Running round leaving scars
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The eyes of the young passenger stared blankly out the window of the silver Jaguar she was travelling in. However, if asked at a later date what she had seen she wouldn't be able to answer as she didn't see anything. Her mind was locked away in her safe place, a place where she was safe from her past and the things that might be happening around her in the present. She was in a bubble, and no one could touch her in her bubble. Sure, people could physically touch her, but her psyche was protected from the outside environment.
"We're here"
The bark of the man driving the vehicle cause the tiny child to jump as she returned to the here and now, her eyes coming into focus as she looked around. She jumped again as the door beside her was pulled open, and at the command, she placed the ball of her black booted foot onto the gravel driveway and unfolded her tiny frame out of the vehicle. She stepped out of the way just in time as the door was slammed shut. Anyone who may have been looking at her, would quite possibly perceive her as a child under the age of ten and, no doubt, they would be wondering what such a young girl was doing here.
As her few belongings; a handful of garment bags, one duffel bag and her backpack, were hauled out of the trunk, she brushed down the steel grey suit she was wearing before raising her hands to her head to make sure that the neat tight bun was still holding her obsidian black hair in place, before she dropped her hands to her side.
"I'm sure you can sign yourself in, pet." The man said as he stepped up to the girl and tilted her chin up so that his deep brown eyes were looking into her uniquely- coloured ones - one of the draw cards he used when finding her foster homes. "I'll see you in a week." He tenderly ran a finger down her face before dropping her chin, getting back into his flash car and driving off.
Once the car had vanished from sight, the child gathered up her things and walked into the building she had been left outside of, which was obviously the main office of the school. Walking through the door she tentatively approached the desk. "Excuse me?" Her English accented voice was whisper soft as she spoke, her words sounding more self-assured then she felt.
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Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
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Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
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Credit: Made by Daughter at caution 2.0.
Lyrics: Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.[/color]