How annoying it was for Mala, always being bored. This school offered nothing what the werewolf wanted. She wanted fun, and to enjoy herself, instead, she gets heart-broken, and tries killing someone, then falls into boredom. It was like a black pit with a never ending bottom, and it seemed to go slower every time you get more bored.
Malayia walked into the music room once more, a yawn escaping her. She felt tired, but didn't want to go sleep. She went to a micro-phone, turned it on, and tapped it to see if it worked. Then, she took a electric guitar that she left here, it was hers, she bought a week ago. She tuned it, then strummed on the strings a moment. Smiling in satisfaction, she turned to the micro-phone and started singing into it while playing the guitar.
"In this farewell
There’s no blood
There’s no alibi
‘Cause I’ve drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies
So let mercy come
And wash away
What I’ve done
I'll face myself
To cross out what i’ve become
Erase myself
And let go of what i’ve done
Put to rest
What you thought of me
While I clean this slate
With the hands of uncertainty
For what I’ve done
I start again
And whatever pain may come
Today this ends
I’m forgiving what I’ve done!!!
What I’ve done
Forgiving what I’ve done"
It was a Linkin Park song, called What I've Done. She liked it, though, it sort of reflected herself, sort of. When she finished the song, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and thought a moment. When they opened, it was a cheerfulness. She put the guitar back, and leaned against an amp, while picking up a music book and flipping through it.
Malayia walked into the music room once more, a yawn escaping her. She felt tired, but didn't want to go sleep. She went to a micro-phone, turned it on, and tapped it to see if it worked. Then, she took a electric guitar that she left here, it was hers, she bought a week ago. She tuned it, then strummed on the strings a moment. Smiling in satisfaction, she turned to the micro-phone and started singing into it while playing the guitar.
"In this farewell
There’s no blood
There’s no alibi
‘Cause I’ve drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies
So let mercy come
And wash away
What I’ve done
I'll face myself
To cross out what i’ve become
Erase myself
And let go of what i’ve done
Put to rest
What you thought of me
While I clean this slate
With the hands of uncertainty
For what I’ve done
I start again
And whatever pain may come
Today this ends
I’m forgiving what I’ve done!!!
What I’ve done
Forgiving what I’ve done"
It was a Linkin Park song, called What I've Done. She liked it, though, it sort of reflected herself, sort of. When she finished the song, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and thought a moment. When they opened, it was a cheerfulness. She put the guitar back, and leaned against an amp, while picking up a music book and flipping through it.