[center][h3][color=6ecff6]Liz[/color][/h3]
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[hider=Liz's Diary: Seriously!  Not for your eyes peepers! <.<]

[color=6ecff6][i]"September 28th, 2016.  Late for school...again...

I guess trying to skate in the snow wasn't a good idea.  I'm freezing cold right now, and it didn't help that I faceplanted twice into a snow drift.  I finally made it to class shortly after, but man...that teacher is a total control freak!  She went off on some tirade about how being late for everything was gonna affect me in life and yada yada yada.  I didn't really pay much attention to her.  Fuck, I don't even know what her name was.  Castro or something?  I dunno.  Either way, I just did my usual.  Just nod and say gotcha.  Heh, I wonder if I'll even be late to my own funeral...morbid thought really.  Anywho, I'm starting to like it here, but I miss Sunstar Bay and San Fransisco.  I understand Darren doesn't wanna be there anymore, but it sucks not being able to see the ocean or feel the sun on my skin every day.  Either way, I'm coping...with the weather at least.  As for the school uniforms...they're hella gay!  Why the fuck do I have to wear a skirt in zero degree weather?  Apparently that succubus Rosie took full advantage of it.  God that girl has no shame!  I can understand sexual freedom and all that get up, but fuck, some courtesy at least!

Well...I rambled enough.  I better get to class.  Till next time, diary.  Cheers. ^__^"[/i][/color][/hider][/center]


	White.... that's all she could see around her for miles it seemed, sheets of fluffy white snow stretching in every direction

	Nestled underneath the tall, shadowy oak of the school campus, Liz spent her lunch as usual...away from everyone else.

	Even with a thick black and red flannel jacket shielding her pale, ghostly complexion, the girl couldn't help but feel the chilling wind dicing through the dense fabric and piercing her frail skin....skin marred with several cuts, several red and black scars and bruises, the grisly results of her melancholy scraping across the fragile flesh in the form of either a fist or a lit cigarette, the searing...hellish agony she had endured those many years, going from one fucked up foster family to the next, until she found...or rather until Darren found her and treated her like a human being. She had covered the scars with various tattoos, just as she hid her tired, bloodshot eyes behind tousled strands of raven black hair, ugly streaks of red bristling around an orb of emerald green like crimson lightning. Thick, black chasms weighed deep under her eyelids as a result from countless nights left awake lamenting and trapped in lachrymose, and clenched between her lips was yet another cigarette already lit, bent and crumpled.

	[color=6ecff6]"Another year....."[/color] She muttered to herself in a sigh, an exhale of thin white smoke to follow. She really had no cares at all if smoking wasn't allowed is school. All Elizabeth ever cared for...was herself. 

	Her focus remained attentive on the sketchbook in her lap, barely even noticing how much time had passed at all as she was zoned out, entranced in two of her loves...art and music. Her pencil kept moving between her two fingers as [i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PcKnlhL97rs]Crosses[/url][/i] by Jose Gonzales played softly in her ears, each stroke either broad or slender creating her masterpiece before her very eyes, a vision pulled from the confines of her imagination and spilled out unto the cream white page. Once she was done, she looked down at her creation, a detailed sketch of a girl sitting beside the ocean, rather pleased with it. Just a few more finishing touches on the shading and whatnot and she closed her book setting it aside and switching off her Mp3, stuffing it in the pocket of her flannel before resting against the thick trunk and yawning.

	With the persistence of time to press onward and the ringing of the bell, her first few classes had gone by without a second glance, and really, it just felt like the usual day for Liz, more homework, more teachers pissed off at her for not turning in her homework, more detention hours for knocking out someone for calling her a name or two in scoffing, yep....pretty much the average day at school. But the bright side of it all was after the same old grind, lunch had soon arrived, just in time because she was already starving.

	She treaded into the cafeteria, cutting in line per her usual style, snatching up a tomato and avocado sandwich with gouda on wheat with light mayo and an iced coffee. After she paid for her lunch, she decided to leave the cafeteria for the outside, where she sat here.  Of course it was freezing outside, but Liz didn't seem to mind it.  Not when she was off in her own little world.