Post by Nyx M Treassa on Mar 2, 2009 2:15:34 GMT -5
Under the messiest bed in the fifth-year girl's dorms, a slightly disheveled book peeks out from a casually discarded cloak. The red cover is ripped a little, and the spine has been broken in enough places that the book itself could be considered paraplegic. Its owner didn't care, because it was her favorite book in the entire world; the one she didn't have to read. Upon unstrapping the leather belt that kept her secrets safe, the pages revealed themselves to be filled with rolling, elegant script that didn't seem quite befitting of its owner. Sometimes a measure of wonderful music occurred on a line, and sometimes a few lyrics or a chorus would appear. Nyx Treassa, a hidden diary.
Beautiful surprises.
Beautiful surprises.
Sometimes I want to hit myself really hard. Maybe there's a screw out of place in there that's letting all my thoughts out that I can knock back in. Or knock out all the way... That would be kind of bad. I just wish all the stuff that I read would stick with me all the time. I don't know if I'm forgetting it, but it feels like it's always on the tip of my
Even if all I want to do is play my music. Maybe I should write a set and name it OWL Blues? I bet everyone would like that. Something like..
Bells be ringin' in my head,
all the things my professor's said,
don't want to know, don't really care...
That's not good. I'll think about them later. Just... I wish I was smart like Izzy, or maybe a Ravenclaw. I could study really good for my OWL, and save my
Bye.
If the letters are massive, it's because you don't have the CAC Champagne font that I'm using. ;x
