Laurie walked out to the courtyard, a slight breeze ruffling through her hair. One more day of ghostly whispers surrounding her. Honestly, she had gotten so used to it by now that this was getting quite boring by now. Sometimes, some new first years would make a bet that she was part vampire. Laurie actually didn’t know, and she most probably wasn’t, but she would play along and give them her infamous death stare. Always seemed to work. She smiled, remembering that when she was younger, her aunt always used to make her speak to the popular girls of the neighbourhood. And who knows, maybe they were nice, but Laurie scared them off in about 10 minutes. When her aunt asked, she said she didn’t mean it, but she most certainly did. She did work better alone.
Laurie put her backpack down with a thud, the fresh air filling her lungs. She took out her songwriting journal, which was full of verses for songs and the chords they were played with. Basically, her entire life in one book, but not quite as boring as an autobiography. Her slow transition to a lively child to a quiet teen. She started composing during the day when she was alone in her room, and waiting at the hospital. To be honest, that was pretty much always her dream, to be either a professional musician or write a true crime book. She was a bit scared to do the latter, for she might end up traumatising the readers. Maybe one day, she could achieve both, but for now, she was still an invisible girl, a ghost, or maybe even something less in the eyes of others.
She took some ink, and started to write,
Every time I see myself,
I wonder what I did to go through hell.
Laurie winced at the words, clearly not coming out as good as she expected. Whatever, she would build up on it later. She had never been more stuck in her life. She closed the journal for a break, one she clearly needed.
