My Ranking Points
So um hi guys, I pretty much don’t post any more and I’M SORRY… this is a random thing I wrote on a car journey and then just kept going so here’s the first bit (very short). Also, a friend of mine has just joined, her name is @avocadogirrrl.123 so please welcome her, I know you guys will.
The Bag With The Vans Logo
ROYAL BLUE HAIR, straggly and thick, the tips tucked into a scratchy, grey, tattered jumper, peppered with holes. Stick thin legs with knobbly knees, turned purple from the cold, under a checked skirt, filthy and torn. The bottom of a white school shirt, ripped and grimy, peeking out from underneath the ***** sweater. Pink toes poking out of the tears in battered, leather shoes, the soles of which hung loose. An open bag with the Vans logo resting beside, contents shown through the rough edges: a diary, furious, scribbled words and soft paintings drawn with love on the pages inside; a broken box of watercolours, colours leaking from the cracks in the lid; a plastic drink bottle, half full, half empty, the words ‘Sorry Earth’ scrawled on the dented side; a pencil, shortened to a stub; and a tarnished, brown envelope, creased from the many times unwashed fingers had probed at its edges, yearning for gentle words of love and hope.
Almost everything she carried was in the bag, the bag with the Vans logo on it.
The last thing she lugged around was a burden in the form of a secret.
A secret that she barely knew she had.
A secret entrusted to her for safekeeping.
A secret to kill for.