Life.Is.A{OPEN}.Test.And.I.Get.Bad.Marks

[ivy]

Ivy Porter walked out of the school building and onto the grounds. She looked around and noticed people were of course, clumped together in their usual cliches. She had on her Fedora hat and aviator glasses, along with black skinny jeans, converse and studded belt. And of course, her famous, Jack Skellington book bag.

Inside it contained her book, notebook, sketchpad, phone and her two favorite black and orange pens. She saw under a shady tree and turned on her iPod. Ivy smiled as her song came on. This is Halloween by Marilyn Manson.

Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night

She took out her skethpad and pencil as she sighed. She opened up to her unfinished drawing of Jack and began to work on the suit. She bit her lip out of habit as she concentrated on the drawing. She felt the wind blow a little bit and she shivered. She loved the cold, she just wanted a jacket. Her iPod continued to play the same song over and over again.

[vivien leigh reid]

The day was beautiful and she rather be out than in. That was what was weird about this IT girl. In fact she wasn't an IT girl at all. And that was why she was going to have to be careful. If she was caught like this well let's say it would be a bad thing. She wanted to keep her charade going as long as possible but sometimes she had to let lose and be herself.

Walking along she looked for a place to sit and came upon a girl, underneath a tree. Why not go over there and introduce herself. She could use more friends. Going over she sank down beside the girl. She looked over at what she was doing. Drawing. Intresting.

Stretching out her legs she studdied her pants. They were jeans ripped at the knees. And she hadn't bought them like that. In fact it was her fault they were like that. With a grin she picked at one of the holes. She seriously loved these pants. One her top was a tight band t-shirt for three days grace. One of her favorites. On her feet her worn and just as bad of shape as her pants, pro-keds.

Now do you see why she couldn't be found out? Her hair blowing into her face she tapped the girl lightly on the shoulder. "Hey," she said.

[ivy]

Ivy continued the sketch as the wind blew her orange extensions. Her iPod was still playing her favorite song as she drew her role model. She smiled at her half done drawing and put the pencil back to the paper. She looked around once more and saw the same. Preps a.k.a IT girls, IT boys, and her group, the scenes.

She smiled once more and admired her work. Her palms were covered with pencil shadeing. Her eraser was almost gone and yet, Ivy didn't care. She felt someone looking over her shoulder. Ivy raised an eyebrow and turned around, a girl wearing ripped jeans, old ripped, pro-keds, Three Days Grace band shirt, was sitting next to her.

Ivy smiled, thinking it was one of her own kind. ''Hey.'' She replied back, she took off her glasses but kept her Fedora hat on as usual and turned to the girl, taking out her iPod, just now noticing the irritation from the earphones. ''I'm Ivy.'' She smiled.