~Genre:realistic fiction, humor~
Chapter 28
Everyone loves Friday
I don’t know if Meredith was angry with the cafeteria’s outburst, I haven’t talked to her since that incident, not that we talked much. Sometimes I’d walk past and she’d give me the normal sweet yet lethal look she always did. She’s been skipping some class, one time when she skipped gym some girl’s in the locker room were talking about how vicious she’s gotten. Then one said how Grey totally rejected her and she isn’t happy.
But luckily the days passed on happily, school became uneventful and I was excited for the event to come. What event? Stop acting like you don’t know, bub’s.
Guess what day it is?!
It’s Friday! The glorious day before Saturday and after Thursday! Excited? Heck yeah! My gal’s were just as excited, they even surprised me by giving me this outfit they bought the day before. It’s gorgeous, not too dressy but casual.
And by dressy I mean this hideous dressy dress you’d wear to something formal, no it’s simple and totally me. It’s a nice dark forest green blouse, with these nice shorts (black) complete with the same dark green knee socks and cute mellow heels. I know, I am a big fashionista!
Plus, to add to the cute effect factor, Beth put this cute little bow in my hair, making me look cuter and prettier to look at. Next came the make-up which, well…make-up and I, bad history, Ali did that.
Sage did my hair, which looked awesome, for the first time curly, and looking perfect. And Beth, well she picked the outfit, and styled me up a bit, giving me a purse to put my belonging’s in. I was ready to go.
And I was losing it.
“Should I go? I look awful. Will he like it? He’s a college man! Look at me, I’m pre-school! Oh, this’ll end horrible, I just know it!” I yelled, freaking out, the gal’s were trying to calm me down, keeping me in my chair to not reck their beautiful creation.
There words, not mine.
“Stop it!” Sage hissed, throwing an annoyed glance. “This took a lot of time no way are you ruining it!”
Ali nodded. “Or we’ll get the cuffs.”
Beth, being the sweet person of the group, was the only one trying to soothe me. “Look, I know you’re a bit scared Rosebud, and super nervous. I know how you feel because I was put in that seat. Remember, my date with Grey?”
I nodded fervently.
Beth smiled. “I was super nervous, and I didn’t know what to wear, and this and that. But, I just picked an outfit and went there, and it turned out to be awesome. Grey was really sweet, and…well not thinking about the interruption, everything was just…nice.”
“Nice,” I repeated.
“Yes! Nice,” Beth patted my arm. “Your going to have a great time, know stop being such a baby Rosebud. Your Pammy Jones, not some girl who freaks out and treats first dates like it‘s the most important thing in the world. Don’t overdose it.”
I nodded. “Your right. My name is Pam…ela, and I will not back down and be a baby. Gal’s! This date is happening!”
The girl’s cheered, and I grinned cheekily back. Only a few minutes to show time, and I believed, (hoped more like it) that I was ready.
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Chapter 28
Everyone loves Friday
I don’t know if Meredith was angry with the cafeteria’s outburst, I haven’t talked to her since that incident, not that we talked much. Sometimes I’d walk past and she’d give me the normal sweet yet lethal look she always did. She’s been skipping some class, one time when she skipped gym some girl’s in the locker room were talking about how vicious she’s gotten. Then one said how Grey totally rejected her and she isn’t happy.
But luckily the days passed on happily, school became uneventful and I was excited for the event to come. What event? Stop acting like you don’t know, bub’s.
Guess what day it is?!
It’s Friday! The glorious day before Saturday and after Thursday! Excited? Heck yeah! My gal’s were just as excited, they even surprised me by giving me this outfit they bought the day before. It’s gorgeous, not too dressy but casual.
And by dressy I mean this hideous dressy dress you’d wear to something formal, no it’s simple and totally me. It’s a nice dark forest green blouse, with these nice shorts (black) complete with the same dark green knee socks and cute mellow heels. I know, I am a big fashionista!
Plus, to add to the cute effect factor, Beth put this cute little bow in my hair, making me look cuter and prettier to look at. Next came the make-up which, well…make-up and I, bad history, Ali did that.
Sage did my hair, which looked awesome, for the first time curly, and looking perfect. And Beth, well she picked the outfit, and styled me up a bit, giving me a purse to put my belonging’s in. I was ready to go.
And I was losing it.
“Should I go? I look awful. Will he like it? He’s a college man! Look at me, I’m pre-school! Oh, this’ll end horrible, I just know it!” I yelled, freaking out, the gal’s were trying to calm me down, keeping me in my chair to not reck their beautiful creation.
There words, not mine.
“Stop it!” Sage hissed, throwing an annoyed glance. “This took a lot of time no way are you ruining it!”
Ali nodded. “Or we’ll get the cuffs.”
Beth, being the sweet person of the group, was the only one trying to soothe me. “Look, I know you’re a bit scared Rosebud, and super nervous. I know how you feel because I was put in that seat. Remember, my date with Grey?”
I nodded fervently.
Beth smiled. “I was super nervous, and I didn’t know what to wear, and this and that. But, I just picked an outfit and went there, and it turned out to be awesome. Grey was really sweet, and…well not thinking about the interruption, everything was just…nice.”
“Nice,” I repeated.
“Yes! Nice,” Beth patted my arm. “Your going to have a great time, know stop being such a baby Rosebud. Your Pammy Jones, not some girl who freaks out and treats first dates like it‘s the most important thing in the world. Don’t overdose it.”
I nodded. “Your right. My name is Pam…ela, and I will not back down and be a baby. Gal’s! This date is happening!”
The girl’s cheered, and I grinned cheekily back. Only a few minutes to show time, and I believed, (hoped more like it) that I was ready.
*Thanks for reading! Please review, fan, and don't copy. Really appreciated :)*
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing me by my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if you destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing me by my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if you destroy me.
No matter how much you wish for more it happens like the hour glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test by our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test by our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in love with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in love with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood by me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To show them that...
Their work was useful.
To show them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to show all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood by me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To show them that...
Their work was useful.
To show them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to show all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.