Words...

She got herself out of the train,and walked to the exit.She felt the autumn breeze on her cheeks,and a crowd of people standing in front of her ,staring at her and pointing at her.
"Oh my god..what is she wearing?How uncool. Did u see that girl?I bet shes one of those weird girls ,dressing in funny clothes and going out ,like they have been from the old times.Honey please tell me that u will never be like this,If i ever see u wearing these weird stuff u wont be my cutie anymore."words like these meant nothing to her,she was already used to it.And she wasnt alone to endure this,her friends were into lolita too.She just had to endure this till she would reach their meeting place.
She took a glance of the crowd.All people in clothes that concider to be instyle,they all look the same to her.The same clothes the same style,gestures even the same voices,nothing special in them.People dont understand because they fear anything strange to them,they dont really want to understand.

ps.this is a part from my new story with the title Lolita,im still working on it.^^