look up, the stars are fading {for la la laaaa!}

[{Kyle-Dasha}]

The mental institute had been good. It wasn't great, he was away from the girl he loved, and the few friends he had. Yet, it hadn't been horrible. He had been able to think in his own world and make new friends that understood exactly what he meant. The time alone also made him realize that he should be a more social person. He knew few people he could really talk to. Before he just hadn't cared, but now he did.
He had woken up this morning and smiled. Actually smiled. It was a new day and a new start for him. His ritual was quite mundane, but today it was new. He was doing it in his own dorm and with new medication. Wake up. Shower. Take medication. Brush teeth. Get dressed. Today he looked in his closet and found black jeans and a long sleeved black shirt with blue design.

Now, he was planning to be social, go to a social place, say hello to people and meet others. Of course, it was just a plan. Kyle was a shy boy, he had always been that way. It seemed too big a step to go out on a weekend and talk with people. He kept studying, or doing homework, or drawing, convincing himself that he couldn’t. Finally, at eight at night…he couldn’t think of anything else to do. Yes it was dark, yes most people were in clubs but that was the whole point. As Kyle walked to the boardwalk he saw no one to be social with. Perfect.

As he sat on the boardwalk he looked at the stars. He knew all the constellations, he had learned them as a kid, and smiled. He had always loved learning about the constellations. He had always realized that people needed something, needed to explain the unexplainable and it fascinated him. Instead of just taking the stars at face value, people connected the dots to make any kind of figure they could and then make a story about it. How the bull chased Hercules in the sky and how the scorpion’s tail pointed to the fish. (Now I’m not exactly sure about that….forgot the exact stuff about the constellations.) He took out his drawing pad that he had taken to carrying with him and looked up at the stars. Yet he knew that it would just come out as a stupid drawing of the stars, he wouldn’t be able to convey his fascination with people’s oppression with stories. Some people condemned others for making up stories and claimed that Greek mythology or the bible was just a bunch of stores. Kyle disagreed, to an extent. He was an atheist yet he sometimes enjoyed reading the bible, though Greek mythology was his favorite. It was interesting to see what people thought of.

Instead of drawing the stars, he drew their reflection in the water. That was hard, trying to draw the ripples in the water reflecting the stars. Drawing to him was so perfect, his hands just flew across the paper, letting something form. Sometimes he drew what he could see, and sometimes he drew what he imagined, but the most important thing was he drew. It was his peace, his therapy, his chocolate, his shopping, his laugher, his music. Drawing was his blade.

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Last year, the only time that Shay had ever gone off anywhere on her own was when she was sneaking off to meet Connor - couldn't very well have any witnesses to that, could she? This year, however, a lot of things had changed. For one, the girl now spent a lot of time on her own. She relished the quiet. And another drastic change - she had stopped being such a bitch to everyone. Sure, she had her moments where she could be a catty bitch (usually with her friends; they brought out the worst in each other sometimes) but for the majority of the time... she was just normal. And the times she did pull out the claws, it was for people who deserved it. Like stupid Caroline; the co-captain of the cheer team. Shay rarely had any nice things to say to her competition, and when she did say something nice, it always had a bitchy undertone. For some people, Shay would always bitch. For others (like Connor) she was a complete sweetheart. Honestly, it all depended on what the girl thought of you.

Shay was usually a pretty judgmental person. It was something she was trying to work on. And she had been... mildly successful in it so far. At cheer, she was being somewhat decent to the new recruits. She wasn't writing them off as completely horrible, nor sticking to the thought they were going to ruin the team. Shay was being... indifferent. It was a step up, at least. Better than no improvement at all. Most days were good, especially when practice went well. Today was not one of those days. Practice had been brutal. No one was hitting the counts, no one was hitting the stunts. And everyone was hitting each other. Shay had been dropped while topping and hit in the mouth while backing. Her lip was sore and she was cranky. And she couldn't get a hold of Connor. It was a lovely day all around.

Still in her cheer sweats, Shay had set off from campus on foot. There wasn't anywhere in particular she was going, she just wanted to... go. Walk around, get her mind of off everything. Mainly, her complete frustration with everyone alive. How did they expect her to be nice when they were all being so stupid? It made sense to Shay. That was when she was mean. When you did something stupid. Ask her a stupid question, you get a bitchy response. Pull a stupid stunt to get attention, she'd call you out on it. A lot of the time, her truthfulness was mistaken for her being a bitch. When really, she was just trying to smarten everyone up. Kids at Stewart could be so stupid.

Her thongs thwacking against the wooden boardwalk, Shay aimlessly wandered down the strip, wondering vaguely if she should go buy herself an ice cream...

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