i don't like people

Taylor sat down in the forest clearing, finally feeling like she could relax. Everywhere she went these days made her feel so claustrophobic and squeezed in. She really didn't feel like having people pushing and pulling her this way and that. "Oh, Taylor! You need to get better grades in this!" or "Oh, Taylor! You're good, but you need to change this!" or "You're a bit of an emo, Taylor. You should stop!" Eurgh. It was making her feel sick to her stomach.

"Screw you all," Taylor sneered and rolled her sleeves up, revealing very pale skin that was usually kept hidden away. She didn't have anything to hide, but messing with people by making them think she was hiding something was quite fun to do, even if she was fully supportive of those who did cut. She sighed a heavy sigh and looked around. It really wasn't much to look at; some trees and whatever laid beyond them. Nothing that sported Taylor's interests.

Ashleen, Heaven sniffing at some thing of interest to the dog behind her, raised her eyebrow at the young girl.

"What did the trees ever do to you?" she snorted and continued to walk past the girl. She didn't seem like she wanted to chat anyways.

"You know, the 'I hate the world' look really works for you. Its a great way to make friends too, trust me, I know. Let me know how that works out for you, will yeah sweetcheeks."

Taylor hadn't noticed someone else being there with her, and turned around at where the voice had come from. "Trees? What? No, not screw the trees. Screw people," Taylor said with a light chuckle, standing up and kicking at the floor. "Who're you? You don't look my age, I don't know who you are, why did you voluntarily talk to me? People don't do that," she said, fairly quietly, as if quite upset at the fact. Nah, I don't mind. Less people to buy stuff for... she instantly thought with an inward sneer.

"That's good then, because it's the look that I intend on keeping. Besides, people don't like me anyway. I don't need friends. I've got myself," she muttered. "And don't call me sweetcheeks."

"I'll call you what I want, Sweetcheeks," she flopped beside the girl, raising an eyebrow.

"Hmm, cheery," she responded, "Ashleen, Sixth year - and I'm talking to you because..."

She shrugged her shoulder, "Quite frankly, cause you looked like you didn't want to be bothered. So you're stuck with me Sweetcheeks."