i just can't resist you
it's not enough to say that i miss you

outfit!

sitting in mrs. olivers math class for a whole hour everyday, is pretty much, well putting it nicely drop dead boring. saphire believes it would be less painful to stick a pin in your eye, then to take one step into that class room. once you walk in the plain class room, you get a type of vibe that'll let you know you'll fall fast asleep in this classroom. the walls are a nasty pale white color, with a window that brings in bright sunlight from outside. the floor is made out of dull wood, with cracks all around the tyles. and whats to say about mrs. olivers herself, well she blends in with the class room. she's a tall lady, with blonde hair, which is fading into gray, she has a short, and full figured body, thats usually covered by a wool grey sweater, and a long pale yellow skirt. and yes, in that class saphire was sitting. during this period, her only escape was texting, she'd aways find someone who she could text to. today it was to her friend tarah, who was in mr. alexander's class. he was a cool teacher, but tarah found all teacher boring, and she'd just rather text anyone, really saphire would give anything to like just be out of this math class, she would rather be in mr. alexander's class right now.

as saphire looked down to read the reply to her text that tarah had sent her, she suddenly heard her named being called out from the frount of the class room, then she heard foot steps coming toward her desk. saphire quickly place her phone inside the desk, while looking at mrs. olivers coming toward her. the teenager looked at her teacher, as she said "miss. brantley, mind handing me that cell phone you just hid inside of your desk". the teacher said, her voice was high piched, and annoying. saphire shrugged, and looked the teahcer in the eye, slowly took the cell phone out of her desk, and handed it to the teacher. there was no use in lying, and pretending there was no phone in her desk, mrs. olivers had already seen, and it wasn't the first time she got caught. plus it's just a phone, she'll get it back at the end off class. as the teacher turned her back and walked away the auburn haired girl rolled her hazel green eyes. after a a couple of minutes of sitting, and listening to the boring lecture there was a piercing sound of a bell ring. saphire got up from her seat, grab her bag and walked up to her teacher, "mrs. olivers, my phone" she said, as she heard the teahcer sigh, as if saying this happens everyday, and slowly handed it back to her. saphire wasted no time, and happily walked out of room 127.

as saphire walked over to her next period, she saw two students reading a paper on the door, and a couple walking away. as the girl got closer to the papaer she was able to read the words on it which read, take next period as free period. that was good news, it mean't her teacher for this period was stuck at a meeting, and the students, could roam the halls. that almost never happens atthis high school, but when it does you have to make the most out of this hour. the bad side of this was, a lot of scropions skip class, and saphire was not in the mood for an encouter with any of those people. saphire decided to go to the golden garden, it just seemed like the perfect place to relax for an hour, and a good place to text anyone of her friends, who are stuck in a class room like she was for second period. plus not many scropions hang around there, well at this time no one should be there so it would be a perfect time to sit alone and look at the plants that suround the peacful area of the school.

saphire walked to the garden, yes it was beautiful and it gave saphire the feeling of really being at a park, sitting under a tree, and drawinf some clouthing for her fashion line, which she will, hopefully make famous one day. her friends always told her she would be one of the worlds top designers, due to the fact her skecthes are funcky, one of a kind, and really good. it would be awesome to make a career out of that, but by the way it looks, the only way she'll get into college is if her grades go up. if not she has to make her father; who she hardly even knows, write out another check for her. but it's not that easy, see saphire wants to prove to herself, and mother, that just this once she could make it where she wants to go without the help of her father's money. as saphire's thoughts took off she saw a folwer that looked interesting. it stood out aganist the other one, and it caught saphire's eye. she picked it up and looked at it, as she took a seat on a nearby bench. she just staired that the bright yellow pedels as she thought abouit life.

i just can't resist you
it's not enough to say that i miss you

outfit!

life, had never been easy for saphire, for starters she doesn't have a good relationship with herm other. yeah, the usually rich girl, hating her mother crap. but saphire just can't help it, her mother is always dragging her down, you i don't think she has even told her known daughter the simple words i love you. plus she is always away so it's like she doesn't even have a mother. next up on the list, is well the fact that her father is that her father is more interest in his golf score then in saphire. the girl hardly even knows him. it had been a long eleven excruciatingly long months since saphire has seen her father, the last time she saw him she hadn't seen him for five years.actaully growing up the only person who looked after her was her brother, robert brantley. that's probably why the two siblings are so close.

so many thoughts raced through saphires head all at once that she felt like he was in a fog. her head was spinning and his emotions were slamming into eachother like a car crash. saphire placed the flower down next to her on the bench took her cell phone out and looked at the time, she saw that there were still fiffty one minutes left for the class to end. it felt like an hour had passed by already, that was probably because she was alone, and was thinking about her family. she hated being alone, shes not needy, but she would prefer to be with a couple of people then be alone. the teenager sighed, she needed something to take her mind off from the thoughts of her bed parents. and thats when it hit her, to draw some clouthing.

saphire picked her back pack from the floor, then she placed it on her lap, and zipped it open she began searching through her crowded backpack, and until she came across a sketch book. she took it out and a pencil, placed the bag back on the floor. then she decided to listen to some music as she would draw, so she took out her i-pod pressed play and a song began to play. saphire then began sketching a low v-nrck blouse, very lightly. it was pretty coming out pretty rough, and that reminded her off when her mother told her, she would never be good enough to become a top fashion designer. saphire had to prove her mother wrong, fashion is her passion it's some she loves, and she'll never let her mother take her away from that. those hurtful words that came from her mother, won't stop her. beucase, she knows deep down, that one day she'll have the best, and i mean the best line out there.

as the girl drew she began singing the song that was ringing in her ears, due to the plugs of her i-pod. saphire hated how she sang, but she had never been embressed to sing in frount of a crowd, and then her vocie got louder and louder. the brunette was singing along to the song 'in another life' by the veronicas; her favortie band. it's not like she would get in trouble for singing. urgh, how saphire hated being in trouble, it bugs her when people yell at her. like mrs. olivers taking away her cell phone, that something she doesn't mind; mostly because mrs. olivers doesn't yell, plus she can get it back after class. but her parents, when they yell it feels like it'll never end.