ok this is some thing I had to do for my writing class, it's called a portrait in three. enjoy.

One.
Abercrombie and Fitch shirt,
second button missing,
green melon skirt,
blonde hair,
spiral curls,
I can see them oozing with gel.
cell phone rings,
the teacher’s stare pierces like a rose’s thorn,
she giggles to get a boy’s glance,
“Ha-ha, I thought it was off!”

Two.
Deep rich black hair,
blonde tips,
a rainbow of bracelets,
black pants,
black shirt,
black purse,
if only she knew black attracted the sunlight,
cross necklace,
a snake encircles the cross caressing it like a anaconda to its prey,
a guy in front of her mumbles something quietly in her ear,
she casually responds with a
“Fuck you.”

Three.
Ear bud headphones,
ipod permanently attached to hand,
“My Chemical Romance” black band t-shirt,
pants that cut of the circulation in his legs,
bangs flipped to one side,
the teacher calls on him for an answer,
he remains silent,
he’s passed out cold.

We all look far from alike,
but we all still remain in
2nd hour,
not paying attention to the teacher.