Heartagram-Princess

          I always saw her in the hallway of our high school. She was usually alone, clutching her school books to her chest. The way she glided through the halls, I could watch her for hours. The gaunt shape of her face, and the way her sunken in eyes and protruding cheekbones caught the light made it seem she was constantly frowning. She rarely wore revealing clothes, but when she did, the sight was appalling. Her collar bones sharply stuck out from the flesh, looking as if they were going to tear the skin. To me, however, she was beautiful.         Often I saw her sitting alone, a fashion magazine in her bony hands. She would examine the

12:19 A.M I lay in bed, my body wrapped in warmth. The sound of the rain, a soothing sound, is outside my window. It taps quietly, a slow lullaby, attempting to make me fall asleep. But I'm wide awake. It's that damned package. It's there, staring at me. I still haven't opened it. It's been my birthday already for 2 minutes, and I haven't opened my very first, and only present. I crawl out of bed, my warm feed touching the cold lenolium in my room. I not so much as winch as I step over to the dresser, cluttered with makeup, hair styling products and perfume, and yet, the package sits there, all alone, and so perfect placed amongst