Carmen Liu
The atmosphere that filled the crowd was a mixture of excitement and anger. A very clear division existed, driven by contrasting motivations Carmen could make a guess of: excitement driven by the joy of finally being able to go on a trip, admittedly it’s been long since they have actually been in one, and anger driven by being up so early and seeing the art museum trip as a tedious affair or to put it simply a bore. Amidst , the sea of contrasting emotions, Carmen found herself on the middle ground- the ‘i don’t care’ ground. Waking up early did not bother her much; she was used to it after all as an early bird. Furthermore, she was indifferent to the trip itself and so the art museum was an ‘ok’ destination, not something to be hyped over but nothing something to be unhappy about.
Her eyes scanned the crowd of the people in her school, some younger than her, some of the same age and some a year younger but Carmen was very obviously one of the older kids. She was a senior after all, graduating very soon and this would be one of her last trips in this school. Carmen guesses that she should try and enjoy this trip, after all she was not going to see any of this faces next year, then again she really did not want to approach people.
Maybe she should wait for someone to approach her and talk? Or maybe she should just remain in the shadows and observe their faces for the last time- yes, the latter sounded good, it sounded perfect. To most, the idea of being in the shadows might sound less than perfect, but to Carmen it was something she truly enjoyed. Weird because of the fact she had a fear of being isolated- Auto-phobia or mono phobia, is what they called it, that stems from her past that she would really rather not talk about. But in her defense being in the shadows was way different than being isolated, she chose to be in the shadows, she chose to be a loner, a loner and an outcast might share similarities but they are not the same. It was like fraternal twins, same date of birth- same parents, but different eggs and different faces (well, not counting opposite sex siblings whom share a face).
Still, maybe on one of her last days of school she should make a change and talk to someone without being first spoken to. It was not like starting a conversation was hard or that she had social anxiety; she just didn’t like approaching people much. She sighed, her eyes scanning for someone to talk to—an easy target. She finally settled on a tall, tall light- skin boy named Erek King. He was friendly—so friendly that sometimes it weirded Carmen off—but he was not an easy target due to the fact that recently she has noticed that Erek has been acting strange. She wondered what was going on with the boy, he was still his friendly self but Carmen noticed he was also very hesitant and suspicious lately. Almost, like he had something to hide.
If and if he did, Carmen could not give two shxts about his secret, but she wondered if he was okay. He was close to one of her friends, and something bad happening to him would hurt her friend, and Carmen did not want to see that; she loved all her friends truly.
Erek King, Carmen thought, I chose you as my target, she whispered to herself as she made her way towards him. She made sure he was not looking and her footsteps were as quiet as mouth, before she tapped him on the shoulder with a , “Hey,” She greeted, “I’m Carmen Liu, you probably already knew that but still I’m Carmen Liu and you’re Erek King, right?” Well of course he was Erek King and that was a really weird way to start a convo- she thought to herself with a small smile.
@accalia - Carmen Liu
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