Secret

Now starts the second half of the rest of this blog’s life. Just kidding. I have no idea or any intention when this blog is going to end, but it seems unlikely at this stage that it will be ended within the next 50 posts.

                Well, I suppose I should write a character sketch, or a muse, or something that has to do with creative writing. After all, for the past few posts, I’ve just been talking about my life, and really, this is still a writing fiction blog until the class is over. Maybe I’ll do a character sketch. Easiest.

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                Her hair was cropped short, like a boy’s, as she wore loose clothing that hid her figure. Her hands were stuffed into her pockets, and she walked with a masculine swagger. She tilted her head up to survey people with a look of indifference; acting the aloof idol everyone had painted her. When she saw a few younger girls giggling and trying to catch her attention, she flashed them that dazzling smile, and consequently watched the burst into fits of girlish happiness. She sighed internally. She hated her role. What she wouldn’t give to just be a normal girl, who could laugh as they did, who had friends that were girls, who could actually be girls on the outside…

Her eyes lit up as she caught sight of her friends walking toward the track. She almost raised her hand and waved at them in delight, but caught herself – instead, she sauntered over to them, quickly, and clapped her hand against her best friend’s back, in a properly masculine way. Her mouth curled up into a silly smile, far too wide for the idol appearance, but she couldn’t help it. He just made her so happy, always. She couldn’t ever let him know that. Not with what she was pretending to be.

The boys gathered around her, and they began chatting about their usual useless things. She glanced one last furtive glance at that boy, and turned her full attentions to her role.

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Okay, wow, I think I just didn’t want to write. It’s okay, I fulfilled my post for the day. I could fix it to make it less choppy, but at this point I don’t really want to. Picture for the day: