Post by TRISTAN A. VALENTINE on Jul 13, 2010 17:39:14 GMT
¨ HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEWS THAT YOU'RE DEAD ?
NO ONE EVER HAD MUCH NICE TO SAY ,
( I THINK THEY NEVER LIKED YOU ANYWAY ! ) - - - - - - - - - -
Being a muggle-born, Tristan knew what an MP3 player was, and one was in his ear. The music blasting out from he headphones calmed him, made him so much less aware of his surroundings. The sound of guitars soothed him, made his mind feel protected from harm that would be inflicted if he took them off. Tristan loved getting lost in music, to him it was one of the best feelings. He loved the way that the instruments mixed together to make perfect harmony. He wished that he could be a musician himself, but Tristan had never been very talented at anything, apart from being quiet, and it wasn't like it was a skill in the first place. He had tried to pick up a guitar once, but it just sounded so wrong in his hands, that he decided to let the people that were talented play it.
Tristan ran a hand through his black hair, which seemed to like kind of brown in the sunlight. Then he had to flat it because the messy style seemed so uncomfortable to him. Really, he was a boy that was scared to try new things, to try new looks, so he always was just the same. Some people found him very boring, but Tristan didn't mind that, his real friends accepted him as he was, boring or not, and loved him for who he was, and so he didn't give one crap about what other people thought. Of course, being as quiet and shy as he was, Trist usually got picked on a lot, and he never stood up for himself. Admittedly, he was a push over, and he didn't like being one, but he knew that there really was nothing that he could do against the bullies. He saw people standing up to them all the time, but Tristan genuinely could not get the courage to say what he wanted to say, and his quietness in these situations motivated the bullies until they got bored with no response.
Tristan's thoughts dissolved into the music which he was listening to. The sound made him forget about what he was thinking and he was glad. He walked over to one of the benches under the tree in the courtyard, praising the person that invented the MP3 Player,but of course he had to make do with the songs that were already on it, since there were no computers at Hogwarts. Tristan let out a sigh, plopping himself down on the bench, and just looking out to the grassy area, where everything was visible. He could see everyone happy and laughing, and sometimes he longed for something like that, when he was lonely, like today, but maybe sometimes it was good to be a little lonely, otherwise when you have no one left, it would be hard to deal with life.
( OPEN)
( 4 7 4 )
( DEAD BY MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE )
( HEY! )
( BROOKE FROM CAUTION )
