She kept on walking down the halls, still thinkin’, and then thought for sure she heard some music from her all time favorite band, Hanson.. “Isn’t it hard (so hard) standing in the rain, yeah you’re on the verge of going crazy and your hearts in pain, no one can hear ( no one can hear ) but you’re screaming so loud, it feels like you’re all alone in a faceless crowd...”

How weird it was.. She began to remember that it had rained earlier, which triggered a thought that it seemed to her, at the moment, that song was made specifically for her.. It brought tears to her eyes, yet no-one saw them. Or if they did, they didn’t really care... After all, she wasn’t popular as they came...

Being in the school she went to was like being locked up in a deadly dungeon full of raging creatures, wild people shouting scrambling to reach out to her, to try to hurt her... She couldn’t breathe.. It was like suffocating... She wanted out.... Badly...

As she continued her way down the hallway, however, she felt stares upon her as she tried to keep walking, thinking....’ Why on earth do people hate others? Why are they so cruel?’

Only when someone said out of the blue, in a supposed whisper, to which the girl heard...

“ I really can’t believe she is still here.. She doesn't talk much... She is so not worthy of this world, especially since she loves that icky as a hicky band Hanson.. I mean come on.... Hanson?!? GAG!”

Out of the corner of her hurt eye she could see that he was pretending to slice his throat...

She kept on walking down the dreaded hallway, feeling hurt. Then suddenly she sprang into action, double looping back. She flashed out her long shiny silvery knife which she yanked it to where the blade was barely touching his fleshy neck. I could tell he was a little tense. The guy, who was nameless at the moment was taken aback by this strange course of action.

“ Whoa.. hey.. whatcha doin’ with that?“ he asked her, eyeing her and the gleaming knife cautiously, looking around carefully for a distraction of some sort.

“I don’t know ,” said the girl, taunting him with her silvery blue green eyes. “What do You think I’m doing with this? After all, I seem to recall “someone” saying “ she isn’t worthy on this earth.. or ...” she paused dramatically, “ I can’t believe she likes Hanson of all people! Hmm?” She asked staring at him with such hatred that it could break millions of pieces of glass in a multisecond...

“Well,“ she said. “Think about this,” she said as she yanked the blade yet again further almost going into his flesh. “Ha! Know you know what It feels like...” the girl exclaimed.

To be conversational she asked him roughly, “Do you wanna know what I named my little knife?” She was looking like she was almost entirely in her own little world, rolling her eyes slightly back inside her head to get the effect of looking menacing. Growling , she waited for an answer...

“ No.. Not really...” he replied, whilst watching while someone else had slowly entered the scene, without the girl’s knowledge, listening to see what exactly was going on.

“Well, I shall tell you anywayz” she said, gazing into his eyes to get ready to tell him dramatically.

“ I named it, The DeadlySilverLife...”

Then after a moment she had finally noticed that there was a guy watching us. He then came up towards them, and when she had gazed into his soulfully brightly colored blue eyes, she became mesmerized by him, since his eyes sparkled when he came closer yet. His blonde hair was nothing like Ishe's ever seen before. It framed his face and his features were really intricate. Something about him made the girl kinda unhook the knife just a tad bit. For like an ultra second there was some kind of love within him that she couldn’t resist. She had gone back to the old herself, before she had felt so lost in this world. To where she could almost be comforted again...

However, when he got too close for comfort, though, she latched the knife onto the guy again. She then said in an even voice, leaning in dangerously closer to the guy than the last time, saying “ Don’t come an inch further, or I shall slice this fellow up faster than a speeding bullet.. I swear to it.. “ the girl stated defiantly, chomping her teeth together in a firm threat.

He looked at me skeptically, then carefully tried psychology on her starting with “Ok, ... Whatz your name?”

The girl was kinda shocked. She was curious to where this was leading...

She responded, still suspicious, though, “My name is Magenta Rose Parker. And if you’re thinking I’m psychotic, you’re way wrong...

He thought really hard, then said “Ok, well, then, It’s nice to meet you Magenta. My name is Taylor.

“So..” the girl asked.. “ Do you have anything else you’d like to say, or perhaps I should just go on with what I was about to do... “ the girl asked, getting slightly impatient.

He saw that, so he sped things up a little bit with “Yeah, I was just a wonderin’ why are you holding a knife to this guy’s throat. I highly doubt that you want to go through with this... Killing someone is a serious matter.. It’s definitely not cool... It’s one thing you don’t wanna do...

“How would you know what I want to do?” She said indefinitely.. “ I mean you can’t just waltz in here expecting me to turn this guy loose just like that.. That’s just not gonna work,” magenta shook her lucious jet black long haired head vigorously, with her silvery eyes, saying ‘no, I don’t think so.. As If!’

“How old are you now? like 15 or 16..??” he continued through her ranting....

“Try seventeen,” Magenta muttered, looking over at him, with a look, knowing full well that he was extremely shocked that she was seventeen. She looked young for her age. She was average height, just didn’t look her age.. She just looked young; she didn't know why; she just did.. Her mom told her she had a young face...

“I mean, I know you wouldn’t want to go to jail, now would you,? Especially at your age...” he continued.

“Because if you kill this poor innocent guy..” (looked over to him to ask with his eyes ‘ what’s your name?’) “ Jake Hallopeer,” the guy offered, wincing slightly.

Taylor then continued, “You’ll be locked up in misery even more. Think of the life you’d be wasting, not being free... Being locked up in a jail cell, with a huge crowd of others who’ve probably done worse things, only to harass you in some way. You wouldn’t be able to see your family and friends as much... You’d be just rotting away like you really aren’t worthy of anything.. You just would be there but at the same time you wouldn’t.. No one would ever be the same if you were gone... “

He paused to catch his breath...

Then continued once again, “So be careful and remember to keep the consequences in mind ” he then started in on telling her the more worse things that could take place at a jail.. He suddenly stopped , then he just stared off in the distance, seeming to stare at nothing, going into his own little world of way back when.

Magenta, was just watching him. Then as suddenly as she was about to hurt someone for an insane reason, she wondered to herself ‘what would it be like, being accused of such thing as killing someone..’ She swallowed hard when she imagined all the stuff that he had explained to her. That she realized she had too many people that she knew of that actually cared for her, and that it’d be terrible if she tried to take someone else’s life. No one would visit her... She wouldn’t be able to talk online to her best friends, to her personally known friends on the phone, her sister, Valorie, who has totally helped her get through most of this life... She (Valorie) would always be there for her. She could never forget her sister. Sometimes they were inseparable, then of course there were fights, but who would be in a fight so big that you couldn’t get out of..

She then thought back to all of the fun and exciting times she has had with her family and friends... She remembered ‘When they went to stay out all night just to receive Hanson tickets..

Then they had to have that retarded random drawing thingy when they came out... That sucked, but somehow we still got tickets. We missed school that day’ she reminisced, smiling by then, full of love instead of evil thoughts which off and on came through her brain cells..

She then remembered that she was holding the long silver knife, to which then, gave her shivers going up and down her spine when she looked at it.. While looking at it, she got the creeps just thinking about all of the wretched parts of going to jail and being convicted of a crime so big she couldn’t even remember what made her lash out at this guy, who she didn’t know very well..... In her mind, (on the jail place) she could see a dirty place where people went to serve time with out nutritional food, water and without the warmth and love of someone to hold or talk to at all times, especially when she would feel lonely..

She thought really hard. The next thing she thought was ‘ I’ve gotta get outta here to cool off and just sit and think ’

From out from the middle of nowhere, she threw the wretched sharply bladed knife down to the dully tiled peach ground, looked at it and sank to her knees, growing sick, inch by inch...

Suddenly she left abruptly, leaving the other two watching her go. She didn’t look back. She slowly sleeked down the hallway, and then made her way down the stairs to the door which led outside to a beautiful sunny day..

Meanwhile back in the room the other two looked at each other and Jake spoke first with, “ Hey man, thanks for saving me there.. You’re an absolute lifesaver you know that? I mean, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t have been there... She was just walking down the hallway when she like totally freaked on me. “And,” he shivered, then continued on with “she held a knife against me...” He looked at Taylor, searching for answers.. “ It was weird.. She kept on acting like she wasn’t really herself..”

“ Taylor gazed back, and replied, “Your welcome, It was no problem.”

Next he questioned, “ What did you say to her anyways? Just curious..”

He returned, “nothing” He paused. “Well, I did say something, but I didn’t say it to her... “All I said was that umm..” he looked up to try to recall what he said earlier.. ’Hmmm,’ he thought, ‘what did I say about her?’

“Well, I did uh, say that she didn’t seem worthy to live and that I couldn’t believe that she liked some band..” he confessed, looking down meekly, while thinking ‘oops I guess I should think before I speak next time’

He added, “Although, I think she was just out of it though... Totally out of wack.. not her usual self.. Maybe I did provoke something, but I didn’t mean too.. Something inside of her must’ve gone to her head.

Magenta made her way outside, to the beautiful sunny day, jumping at the chance to being alone, she sat down with a humph (*sigh*) on top of the wall where the flag pole stood. She just kind of stared out and breathed a single solitary breath of fresh air. She then let the cool fresh breath of air cool her mind body, soul, and relax. She was just sitting there, with her eyes closed gently and her soul swinging in tune with the lovely breeze which brushed past her self...

Then Magenta could tell there was a presence... So she opened her blue eyes, and gazed upon her accompaniment, Taylor...

“What are you doing here?” Magenta asked, exasperated, from talking to him before.

“Talking to you, enjoying the nice sunny beautiful weather, which we don’t receive very often,..” He paused, then just looked out at the sun and then checked back upon Magenta, to ask casually, “So whatz up,?”

“ Why would you care,?” Magenta muttered , looking back up at him with questioning eyes, with the glare of the sun digging into her eyes, making her wince slightly.

“ Because I do... You seem to be a nice person, who just got out of hand in the spur of the moment.. You don’t dress like you’re a psychopath or anything either.. I mean, you’re wearing a bright vibrant Lime Green colored shirt! I really don’t think that you’d seriously wanna do something drastic with you wearing something that shouts Life is Ultra Bright! on.. Am I right?” he asked looking at me with a funny expression on his chiseled face

I thought you could use some of my help, or you could just talk if ya want to? I’m actually kind of good at giving advice,” he said, staring at her, wondering how to get to her, to make her see that all people aren’t cruel as some are...