Some fun,|| Brett and Savannah.
Savannah's eyes were focused but distant. She stood in the bathroom of the room she resided in. Her hands trembled, but the shaking wasn't new. Her small five foot frame stared back at her. She brushed her hair out weakly, given it took forever to do. It reached down to almost her hips. She smiled, knowing that she had to wait for a very long time to be happy with her hair. That was nearly the only thing she enjoyed about herself. She grew close to the sadness of rejection, in fact, she lived off of it. She knew if she wanted to be on stage, she was going to act like she was always on stage. She pushed her problems aside for very long, not letting many people in. She knew it was time to allow people to accept. She didn't want to, though.Â
She smiled weakly, through it all. She cursed under her breath, knowing it'd end up in another attempt to open her eyes. She shook her head and braided some of the loose hair to the side, making both sides equal and letting the rest curl at the bottom of her spine. She smiled again, practicing. She grabbed the bracelets and rubber bands and put them around her wrists. She remembered then, that whatever she wore must cover her arms. She sighed, pulling a jumper over her head, her skinny jeans tightly around her thin legs with her boots on. It was really cold, she would remind herself of this, adding on to the constant coldness she felt. She smiled weakly, opening the door and walking down the library, sitting down and opening her book, hoping to see Brett.
