I couldn't get the accents out of my head, they were like a fly in the blinds, no matter how much you swat at it, it never went away, and trying to ignore the buzzing was impossible. Thinking that brought my attention to the fly currently imprisoned on MY blinds. Being too lazy to do anything, I rolled over In my bed and grabbed my I pod and head phones. 'Blow me (one last kiss)' by Pink was on I hummed along till the song changed, I barely heard it, by then I was practically asleep already. "Run" his smooth voice spoke, his eyes lit with panic and horror. The bullets came, I jumped onto the horse after kissing him one last time, he followed behind, we reached a dead end, we revealed our pistols. Money hit the gravel, bullets filled the air, I hit the ground soon as he did. I woke with a start "God damnit" I swore under my breath, it was Toby Keith's 'Bullets In The Gun' the damn song caused the dream. I realized it was the last day before winter break, at least for Batman and I, no way would we be at school Wednesday through Friday. I planed to fly first to London and from there go to Japan and after a few days come home. I was already late getting us both up, I was Bats alarm clock, knocking on her window I yelled "Bitch give me the money!" And she shot up, seeing it was me she cursed and flipped me off I just laughed and shouted "love you too hoe,". We got ready and met downstairs. We were late so we went to the office and got our slips as usual. I flipped the lady off when she gave us the usual lecture. Eight hours of my life I COULD spend painting. But NOO I had to go to this shitty school in the damn hood, no books, crappy food, not even a library. Just a few more hours, I played with the laces of my boots, I guess you could say Batman and I kinda dress, not sluttly, sexy with skin I like to say. We aren't the black girls, with the tons make up. We're the, I suppose you could say, the sexy white girls. We walked down the halls with confidence, my mother always said "Confidence, act like you have it, people are too stupid to see your faking, if they can see your nervous, they can read your eyes instead of your face, keep em' there suppose to be in your life." That's why all my dreams had eyes, the only thing I saw in them, the same two, melted chocolate, eyes. They were all I drew in class. I was glad to put those drawings away only when the bell rang and snapped me into reality. Teachers tried to keep us for detention, they knew by now it was useless, we'd leave no matter what. I couldn't wait to get to the sub way that afternoon, I had somethin special In mind.

Notes

Thoughts? I still need a GF for Louis!