" The PEOPLE, SCHOOL, EVERYONE, and EVERYTHING is so FAKE AND GAY.'
'I shrieked, at the top of my voice fingers outspread and frozen in fear, unlike ever before in my young life; being the gentle, sweet, and shy girl that I am.'
'Besides always too timid to have a voice, to stand up for me, and forced not to, by masters.'
Amidst my thoughts racing ridiculously, 'I feel that it is all just another way for the 'SOCIETY' to make me feel inferior, they think, they are so 'SUPERIOR' to me, and who I am to them.'
'Nonetheless, every day of my life, I have felt like I have been drowning in a pool, with weights attached to my ankles.'
'Like, of course, there is no way for me to escape the chains that are holding me down.'
'The one and only person, that holds the key to my freedom: WILL NEVER LET ME GO! It's like there is within me, and has been deep inside me!'
'I now live in this small dull town for too damn long. It is an UNSYMPATHETIC, obscure, lonely, totally depressed, and depressing place, for any teenage girl to be, most definitely if you're a girl like me.'
'All these streets surrounding me are covered with filth, and born in the hills of middle western Pennsylvania mentalities of slow-talking and deep heritages, and beliefs, that don't operate me as a soul lost and lingering within the streets and halls.'
'My old town was ultimately left behind when the municipality neighboring made the alterations to the main roads; just to save five minutes of commuting, through this countryside village. Now my town sits on one side of that highway.'
'Just like a dead carcass to the rest of the world, which rushes by. What is sullen about this is that it is a historic town, with some immeasurable old monuments, and landmarks.'
'However, the others I see downright neglect what is here, just like me, it seems. Other than me, no one cares. Yet I care about all the little things.'
'I am so attached to all these trivial things as if they are a part of me. It disheartens me to see anything go away from me.'
'It's a community where the litter blows and bisects the road, like the tumble-wheats of the yore of times past.'
'Furthermore, if you do not look where you are going, you will fall in our trip, in one of the many potholes or heaved up bumps in the pavement, or have an evacuated structure masonry descending on your head.'
'Merely one foolproof way of simplifying the appearance of this ghost town.'
'There are still some reminders of the glory days when you glance around.'
'Like the town clock, that is evaporated black that has chipped enamel; it seems that it is always missing a few light bulbs.'
'The timepiece only has time pointing hands on the one side, and it nevermore shows the right time of day.'
'The same can be assumed for the neon signs on the mom-and-pop shops, which flicker at night as if they're in agonizing PAIN.'
'Why? To me is a question that is asked frequently.'
'It is all over negligence!'
'I get the sense and feeling most of the time, as they must prepare when looking around here at night.'
'The streetlamps do not all work, as they should. The glass in them is cracked.'
'The parking meters are always jammed, or just completely broken off their posts altogether.'
'The same can be said, for the town sign that titles this area. It is not even here anymore, as it should be now moved to the town square or shortage of a park. "

― , Nevaeh Book 1