Caffeine fix {open}

[Sarah Cambell]

Sarah was bored. She was fed up with looking for a decent job, one that would pay her enough to keep on living in the small dirty flat she had right now. She couldn't find anything that she had qualifications for, although she supposed that was why there was a college. To learn. Sarah had always been a grad A student in school, yet after she left she had never been able to up her qualifications, they just sat as they were in her brain, not wanting to learn anything else. So now here she was, waiting in a line for a cappuccino in Starbucks coffee. She had never understood her love for that drink, but it was something she enjoyed and something she would never give up ... even if it meant getting a job.

Pulling herself back into the world by unplugging herself from her MP3 player, Sarah looked around herself at all the faces. Ranging from young to old. She had always understood about life and death as a child, but now that Sarah was grown up she couldn't quite grasp the concept of it. You would live and learn and hurt and love and yet when it came to death things would just end, your life would be no more. At least thats what Sarah believed. Not many people liked the fact she was an Atheist, but she didn't care. She believed what she wanted to, and everyone else, in her books could screw themselves.

Yawning, Sarah stepped up to the counter and smiled at the person standing there. "Hi can i get a cappuccino please?" She asked, not really bothering about getting out the right change, all she wanted was her Caffeine fix so she could go and attempt to tidy the bomb-site she called a home.

[keagan03]

{She said “ He’s so sweet that I wanna lick the wrapper..”
And she licked me like a lollipop…
… like a lollipop. }

Everything was in slow motion- He tried to focus, but his mind was torn in a million different directions. He tried to remember his father’s last words, but everything before this point seemed to blend together softly. The path had clearly led him here, to this school, this alien place. He felt like he was looking through somebody else’s eyes though, as if he were miles and miles away and couldn’t control his own body. His eyes began to burn and he blinked reluctantly, a harsh reminder that he was in fact here, that his father was in fact dead. A heavy sigh parted his soft ashen rose lips, taking his face in his hands for a moment before running his fingers through his curly black hair. He remembered the words his father used, that stung so freshly.


“You’re going to end up like your mother. You’re just like her you know, always drawing in that stupid book. Get your head out of the clouds! Do something with your life…it’s time to grow up!”


That was the last thing his father had ever said to him, right before he slammed the front door and jumped into his pretty little sports car. Kind of ironic, that that car, the thing he valued the most in life, even over his own son would be his demise. Keagan shook his head slowly, his icy eyes searching for his book bag that sit against his leg. He pulled out a small sketch book, black and leather bound and laid it in front of him, on the small table. He opened the front cover and read the note his mom had left for him, only a small heartfelt dedication.

“ To my Son, my star-
You will outshine even the brightest. “

If only it had been true. If only he had done well in school, if only he would have fit in with the other students. If only he could’ve been the son his dad had wished for. He slowly put the book down and picked up his mug, bringing the hot bitter liquid to his mouth. He had only ever drank his coffee black, for what reason he couldn’t even tell you. His gaze fixed upon a women standing at the counter. So funny, to think every person had their own web of things going on, weaving into a tapestry of life. He wondered if everyone’s was as dark, or completely numbing as his. Surely, this women had not seen the things he had seen, been exposed to the same horrors as he.