A large bench stretched across the grassy floors. A cold, empty sea-saw, slide and a desolate environment emulating the gloominess of the grumbling sky.
Beside an equally empty swing sat a listless female with a blank gaze, swaying along lightly while consuming a lemon-colored popsicle.
She looked up towards the sky with a sigh. "You'd think it's nighttime," she mumbled while glancing at her left wrist, which had on it a silver watch, "But it's just midnoon."
[Pop!]
Forcefully tearing the cold square out of her mouth she puffed up her cheeks playfully.
She sighed again. Why, despite being where she wanted, nothing has changed?
She remained lonely. She was the most seen yet the most invisible person at the same time and why was her life so melancholy at 16?
"The movies lied. Anime lied. Even the stories lied. Which friends? Which fun high school life? I can't wait to ditch this hell."
