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the weight of the board helped her lope through the ruins...the light dappled on her lean arms....She was careful of what she ate...salads with taco broken and a cheese she purchased at the deli...she hid all that behind the forgotten bowls and juice boxes from the food bank and left overs..No one looked behind there...it was like these cool ruins she thought...In here the heat was stifling but the shade felt just right on her body...the walls fall down and the trees rise up....it was funny..before she had moved from one grade to another she had come in here with a greasepencil she had found in a yard sale and sketched in a scene on a smoother wall...painted the Hero with her fingernail paints she no longer favored...she sketched in and painted a fellow girl from a grade higher whom was always challing her and mocking her body..the girl was heavier and hard to tell from the weight if it was muscle or mass..She had painted WHORE in pretty pink although she knew she would have best being described in a less alert navy...she flung the board to her other arm and scooted about the limbs of the trees and found it....Still looking daisy fresh she spoke aloud although to be truthful instead of wanting to be the boy she had painted she rather liked her new body and Beastly had suddenly come back lost all her weight and the boys were into her.. The old waves of sadness clung to her like the debris of old bottles and candy wraps for the other wanderers whom come here to chill..it was time to keep pushing on. In here the bruises looked just like another shadow..like camoflage..she shivered at that thought and looked about and sped up...Her limp was progressing well....no one saw this anyway or commented on the welts and bruises..she was just another longboarder falling..."Reckless eh" said one too friendly creeper on the bus..she gave him a look that said she wanted to crack the edge of the board against his head and he just sighed..checked the floor and talked to the next girl with her mother getting on....someone in a dress and fancy hairdo..Better luck with that one Jack! she thought...reckless all right....the original motherfucking rebel..except then she could see herself in the drivers mirror...she was checking her look out...seeing how she was...the wrists were blue now no longer purple...the collarbone a deep shade of orchid and up and across her throat just a light strawberry..that one made her gut stir...a hunger and she let out a sigh..the driver frowned and tilted up the mirror....his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses...a whole week ago all of that...a whole lifetime of shit went on between that and todays Buh whoring luck...
the weight of the board helped her lope through the ruins...the light dappled on her lean arms....She was careful of what she ate...salads with taco broken and a cheese she purchased at the deli...she hid all that behind the forgotten bowls and juice boxes from the food bank and left overs..No one looked behind there...it was like these cool ruins she thought...In here the heat was stifling but the shade felt just right on her body...the walls fall down and the trees rise up....it was funny..before she had moved from one grade to another she had come in here with a greasepencil she had found in a yard sale and sketched in a scene on a smoother wall...painted the Hero with her fingernail paints she no longer favored...she sketched in and painted a fellow girl from a grade higher whom was always challing her and mocking her body..the girl was heavier and hard to tell from the weight if it was muscle or mass..She had painted WHORE in pretty pink although she knew she would have best being described in a less alert navy...she flung the board to her other arm and scooted about the limbs of the trees and found it....Still looking daisy fresh she spoke aloud although to be truthful instead of wanting to be the boy she had painted she rather liked her new body and Beastly had suddenly come back lost all her weight and the boys were into her.. The old waves of sadness clung to her like the debris of old bottles and candy wraps for the other wanderers whom come here to chill..it was time to keep pushing on. In here the bruises looked just like another shadow..like camoflage..she shivered at that thought and looked about and sped up...Her limp was progressing well....no one saw this anyway or commented on the welts and bruises..she was just another longboarder falling..."Reckless eh" said one too friendly creeper on the bus..she gave him a look that said she wanted to crack the edge of the board against his head and he just sighed..checked the floor and talked to the next girl with her mother getting on....someone in a dress and fancy hairdo..Better luck with that one Jack! she thought...reckless all right....the original motherfucking rebel..except then she could see herself in the drivers mirror...she was checking her look out...seeing how she was...the wrists were blue now no longer purple...the collarbone a deep shade of orchid and up and across her throat just a light strawberry..that one made her gut stir...a hunger and she let out a sigh..the driver frowned and tilted up the mirror....his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses...a whole week ago all of that...a whole lifetime of shit went on between that and todays Buh whoring luck...
