[Death] Wont S a v e You.

[[Ara]-->Broken]

K i l l i n g me slowly; making it [last]

Ara walked into the bar, with her backpack slung over her shoulder. She took a seat up on a stoll, ordering a simple beer. She took a swig and looked around the dimly lit room. The only source of light was that which poured from the few fixtured hanging from the ceiling. THe girl got up with her beer, taking a seat in an empty corner. The sounds of people passing were loud, but she had no complaints. Ara took a swig of the beer then set it down on the wooden table with a sigh.
Maybe this place isnt too bad... She thought as she looked around. There were two types of people in that bar; the prepy football playing guys with their s.lut cheerleading girlfriends, and kids like her, though no one was really like her. She was different, however much of a poser the same she may look. Ara understood labeling, cliques, all that crap; but she didnt understand why people thought it was so wrong. Everyone does it, even the people who are against it; they just chose to be a goody-good and not say anything.