Demii walked out of the school alone. She didn't talk to many people and she liked it that way she didn't need anymore people to just have them abadon her. Demii's hair was an odd shade of blonde that no one else really had. Her bright eye's held sorrow as she began her walk home.
Today she wore black combat boots over fishnet stockings and a black pleded skirt. Her top was a black tank top with fishnets covering her arms. She had her back pack slung over one shoulder as she began her long walk home.