Judgment
Judgment
lurks around and tells me I’m not good enough. He sits in the corner, usually
keeping to himself, watching the others play around in the gym with a scowl on
his face. He has neatly combed black hair and not much acne. He is just barely
the tallest in our school and he would be fairly associated with Popularity if
he didn’t drive them all away. He dresses in formal wear only and polishes his
shoes daily. It could be said he aspires to be like Professional one day. He
doesn’t have many friends, beside Gossip and Criticism, who by now, in high
school, is used to being belittled. He thinks he’s the greatest and he
constantly compares everyone to himself. Somehow, he is just so swell of a person;
I wouldn’t be surprised if his parents were Jealously and Confidence. He always
seems to hang out with Pain, and if I was Pain id stay away fro him. I Try to
keep Uncertainty as far away fro him as possible, I don’t want him of feel like
Defeat.
Judgment
sits in the back of all his classes, to insure no one will Judge him, if you
ask me, he’s probably related to Insecurity. Intelligence, our teacher has no tolerance for
his gossip, and she makes sure to put the kibosh on his speech. Judgment is
despised by most of his peers and Acceptance doesn’t understand why he can’t
just let people be who they are.
Judgment
wants to build with Dictatorship. He wants to be in with Control. He wants
everyone to feel unworthy of his being and he wants Perfection to be his Queen,
after all, she is the only one he has nothing to say about. A place were
society is modeled off of him would be miraculous, but intangible; How can you
have a country based on Judgment, and have it not in a slaving state? There
would be no freedom because everyone would be working on becoming more like
him.
For now he
will just sit, in the corner of the Gym, staring down Athleticism and Talent,
secretly wishing he was like them, but he’ll never admit it.
Imagination
Imagination
is the one who can both keep to herself and, be the center of attention. In all
the classes I have with here she sits directly in the middle of the classroom.
She sketches things, possible future inventions, maybe blueprints and even
creatures. She’s not particularly talented but I enjoy looking over her petite
shoulder and into her drawings of thing I cant comprehend.
She is extraordinarily
fashionable and trendy, dressing herself with unique clothing and colorful
scarfs. Her left are is encircled with bracelets and her hair is long and
bouncy; going from a dark brown to a shade of purple. She wears high boots and
her glasses sit so symmetrically over her greenish blue eyes that can stare
right through you. When she walks he motion persuades me. It has a sense of
fluency that, ponce caught in, draws you back to a simpler place so calm and
peaceful. Her beauty is underrated because of her extroverted personality. Most
people are put off with her friendly smile and sweet greetings. I guess people
are just used to being scared. Scared of things that should be embraced.
As much as
I like her, she doesn’t pay much mind to me. She occasionally smiles at me but
we aren’t good friends. She might not have many friends; people tend to stray
from things they don’t understand. I once say her at a park, alone lying in the
grass with a plentiful smile on her face, looking toward the sky. Her pure
sense of joy was alluring. It makes me
feel odd, but happy. She has such a noticeable aurora; she is sure to brighten
your day.
For now I’ll just sit behind her in class, studying the
lines she crafts and shapes she sculpts, over a shoulder.
Charm
Like most
other girls in my school, Imagination has fallen victim to Charm. He doesn’t
understand what power he actually has. He can carelessly strut throughout the
hallway, and have dozens of girl stare at him with aw. He can have any girl he
wants, I’m sure of it. It’s a shame he wants the only girl I want. I started
hang out with Jealousy, maybe because he just knew how I was feeling. I tried to get over it, but I felt a lot like
Dependence.
Charm wears
a nicely tailored suit to the most informal events. He has dark hair and
mystifying eyes that change color with mood. He has perfect grades and he is
tall and sometime wears glasses. Everything about him complements himself. He
is definitely one of a kind.
