the virgin field

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The virgin field is a place where clear-minded boys ride rusty red biccles and attempt to hit the towering telephone wires with pebbles and paper airplanes. the only way to get there is to follow one of two roads, a north road or a west road, both of which are beds of chalky white shells. the north road bends through layers of thick pine trees, and the west road lays a straight path parallel to a railroad track that hasn't held a train as long as i can remember. Eveyrthing there is natural, except for the wires, and there seems to be a pepetual gray fog that makes the sky hazy and dull whether it is sunrise or sunset or in between. There is a lake that appears to be endlessly long and lethally deep, though there are only a few inches of water above the smooth, stony bottoms. In the middle of the water there is a tree that has no leaves regardless of the season. Everyone in the town considers the filed to be one of the most beautiful places around. I find it funny though that the only people who ever visit are the bike-riding chrildren and myself. My name is Lauren, I am sixteen.

yesterday was nice.
today is the day of the beer.
drinking is lame when you make it into an everyday sort of thing. i think.
but its the last day of break right.
anyway.i only like it cause it makes me feel free. like i have nothing to worry about.
but ya know. i can just go to the virgin field.
you might get what im trying to say.

moving on.
i wish people would just keep my door shut. i fucking hate it when im in here. and im all good. really good. and some douche just runs in screaming, reminding me of something. & then i blow it up and make it such a huge deal and then im sittin here typing this to you.
sometimes i wish i lived closer to my other family. that'd be awesome.

&&&& bye i have things to do. gosh gosh im just so eventfull.