deludiing‌. – aya.

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  aya  had  everything  she  wanted.  more  than  everything.  she  had  the  whole  world  and  it’s  extra  parts.  at  least,  that’s  what  everyone  else  saw.  she  didn’t  have  to  imagine  the  stares  she’d  get  walking  down  the  hallway.  her  eyes  scanned  every  other  person  she’d  see,  a  smile  as  bright  as  the  north  star,  their  eyes  either  terrified  or  longing.  she  was  never  sure  nor  cared  if  anyone  else  had  resentment  towards  her,  but  she  did  care  if  she  seemed  normal. 

  insecurities,  was  it?  something  she’d  try  to  hide  if  she  were  in  a  room  full  of  nobles.  not  something  she  thought  to  understand.  there’s  a  fractured  piece  in  her  memory  where  she  can  feel  normal.  flashing  images  of  a  genuine  smile  and  a  swing  set.  it  all  turns  dark  and  horrific.  she’d  close  her  eyes  and  block  out  the  memory  again. 

  perhaps  she  needed  a  friend?  it’s  not  like  she  could  point  out  any  here.  these  people  seemed  to  be  intimidated  by  what  she  had,  rumors  of  the  ‘rich  girl  who  made  friends  with  even  the  worst  of  your  enemies.’  these  rumors  weren’t  untrue,  but  she  could  argue  that  she  didn’t  make  any  enemies.  it’s  intentional  to  keep  up  appearances.  she  turns  the  corner  into  an  open  cafeteria.  there  were  many  friend  groups.  she’d  usually  sit  with  the  cheerleaders.  if  anyone  knew  her  closely,  even  in  the  slightest,  it  was them.  but  they  were  just  as  shallow  and two-faced  as  she  was.  they  pretended  to  care  and  then  forget  the  information  in  order  to  memorize  something  more  useful.  maybe  she  wouldn’t  sit  with  them  today.

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  her  eyes  wander  to  a  lone  table.  it  was  empty.  near  the  outside  doors  if  she  needed  air.  if  she  sat  alone,  there  was  a  guarantee  that   some  bottom  feeder  (  as  the  cheerleaders  would  call  them  )  would  come  near  her  to  say  hello.  she  always  greeted  others  with  such  great  hospitality,  there  was  no  way  that  she’d  be  ignored.  this  time  though,  she  was  actually  looking  for  a  friend  instead  of  being  polite.  she  sits  down  with  her  bag.  a  packed  lunch.  she  scans  the  room.

    the  cafeteria  is  full  of  people  with  different  personalities.  these  people  sometimes  told  her  their  secrets  but  would  never  speak  to  her  again.  she  wasn’t  sure  why  they  were  so  open  to  her  in  the  first  place.  maybe  her  intimidating  position  was  centered  on  those  rumors  again.  maybe  these  people  felt  like  they  knew  her.  she  catches  eyes  with  a  stranger,  a  smile,  she  breaks  eye  contact.  her  lunch  isn’t  going  to  eat  itself.

// @agnelino

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bella swan played on a middle ground,    something stuck between a lower and higher level of level-headed consciousness when it came to the basis of reality.   she walked among people,    no longer feeling like a person.    and walking among anything but,    she felt like a text-book definition human.   so,   what line did she walk?   with an irrevocable disconnect with those she could once play friends with,    and those who she’d tied her heart strings too now gone,  where was the line?     she asked herself this day in and day out,   and that’s what seemed to haunt her,  much more than the reasons that manifested among the crowds in school.    the quiet peace in her life seemed disrupted now,   despite how much silence followed her.  

  and some days,    she could be okay with living solitary –  and on some other days,   it ate at her gut and bubbled even some spurts of anger within her;   bitterness,   for what came to be tainted,   and for having no one to eradicate it.   the least she could be thankful for was that some people don’t know about it, and the more popular crowds didn’t quite seem to care enough for her to regard any difference in her comings and goings.  at least,   she’d like to think so.  but she did need a friend.   something of a friend.   the need for it most definitely stronger than her desire to put the effort into making one.   could she maintain building on lies?   –        she tells herself they’re not lies if you just don’t say anything about it. 

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      her group was always small,   and never singled out by any definite trait,  which made them always able to blend into the fit of crowds within the school to spare themselves being too important,  or too unimportant.   eric,  angela,  mike,  jessica –  to name a few of who remained.  she see’s them all the time;   unavoidable.  and it’s not that she knows she’s not welcome,   but she knows she’s isolated herself too far already to return.   at least when she sees them in the cafeteria,   she can spare a small wave –  usually directed to angela – before she moves past them to pick a seat.     

     fairly,    it seemed like a busy day;   she can say this,  because there’s no completely empty table at this point,   spare one with all it’s chairs gone to support the mass of people crowded at the one beside it.  ah.   –    bella locks gazes with one of the girls sitting there,   alone,  and catches her smile and she mimics it back,  and before she knows it,   she’s walking up beside,  digits pulling back a chair with a squeeeeeeeek.      ❛ –   hey,  do you mind? ❜    she begins,  sitting as she pulls her backpack onto her lap.   

    one thing or another clicks,   because really,  this school was too small for anybody to really be a stranger.   it surprises her to see aya not sitting with the cheerleaders,   or maybe anybody else with some social status;    these assumptions could be derived from talks she hears up and about,  but reminding herself of it all,  she works to tell herself to form her own impressions before projecting anyone else’s onto the girl.     ❛  it’s aya,   right? –    bella.  if you didn’t know. ❜

 

BELLA SWAN

independent and selective canon divergent twilight/tvd roleplay blog for isabella swan.
mutually exclusive, multi-verse and ship. oc, crossover, and au friendly.

❛ she defies us all. ❜

written by sam.
twenty - est.
est 07/2013, revamped 11/2015. triggers will be tagged. please read rules before interacting.

❛ life is hard. ❜

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plotting: open.
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