Dizzy:
As I weaved through the crowded hallways, I focussed on the rhythm of my footsteps. I was lost. It was as if I was a new student or something. Now that Annabella was gone, the hallways made me dizzy with fear. When you're with your best friend, nothing matters. When you know you'll never see her again, not even a faint light of happiness appears at the end of the freight tunnel.
I'm still me, I reminded myself. But who was I? Before knew it, a bib of tears flooded down my chest. I hear red-headed Abigail whisper to Elisa. Faint words saying, 'They're actually crying?' I wished those faint words was the faint light at the end of the tunnel. And if I was sitting, I'd sink down into my seat and cover my eyes like a three year old, as if that made it so no one could see me. But I was standing there and it was all I could do to refrain myself from punching Strawberry Short Cake, otherwise known as Abigail, in the nose. Mama didn't like it when I was violent, and I knew looking down on me, I might get struck by lightning or something. So I did what I could do and I cried.
The bell rings and I hit my head on the closest locker. I cannot go to class like this, I thought. My eyes were red, and I was dizzy. Which would make Papa the most furious? Skipping class or getting a call from my teacher, stating in a questioning and confused voices; Carson is in the middle of a hangover..? Yeah, me the angelic nerd. I was a nerd. Annabella didn't mind. Her different IQ level didn't affect anything, but things changed.... or did I change?
I decided I would leave and go home. I was sick. Sick of life where Annabella is half way across the country. But Papa could think I was a different kind of sick for all I cared. I would not face Mr. Calliway, my teacher, next period, with last weeks' home work he was allowing me to turn in a little late not even started. I hadn't done any homework, in fact. Yeah me; the nerd. Mrs. Lloyd even asked my dad if anything was going on that she should know about. As if my dad even cared. Let's face it, he cares more about Cleetus, our hound dog than me.
I walked to the nurses office. I borrowed Ethan's lighter. Ethan was one of them. Them, I didn't know I was becoming one of them. He thought differently before he witnessed the fact that I did not want the lighter for the reason he does. I did not have cigarettes. And I wish I could say I did not want them. I gingerly lighted a cup of water. I observed it as it boiled. Ethan and them stared. I drank it and it burned my throat. I felt my esophogaus melting. I did not feel my heart. I liked pain. I was emo. Yeah, me; the nerd.
I sank down in one of the harsh, cold chairs. The nurse acts as if she doesn't see me. She must think she's hallucinating; Carson, the nerd, leaving early for the first time in the two years I'd been here at Kiser Middle.
I think about clearing my throat but I do not have to. My too-close-to-melted esophogaus
speaks for me and lets out a vicious and sickly cough. It sounded different than someone with a cold, it sounded like my insides hissing at my emotional self. The nurse displays a suspicious look on her face, but passes me a thermometer. I got away with the hiss instead of cough because I am just a nerd. I would never do anything wrong. Of course Carson Lee would never be up to anything suspicious.
As I weaved through the crowded hallways, I focussed on the rhythm of my footsteps. I was lost. It was as if I was a new student or something. Now that Annabella was gone, the hallways made me dizzy with fear. When you're with your best friend, nothing matters. When you know you'll never see her again, not even a faint light of happiness appears at the end of the freight tunnel.
I'm still me, I reminded myself. But who was I? Before knew it, a bib of tears flooded down my chest. I hear red-headed Abigail whisper to Elisa. Faint words saying, 'They're actually crying?' I wished those faint words was the faint light at the end of the tunnel. And if I was sitting, I'd sink down into my seat and cover my eyes like a three year old, as if that made it so no one could see me. But I was standing there and it was all I could do to refrain myself from punching Strawberry Short Cake, otherwise known as Abigail, in the nose. Mama didn't like it when I was violent, and I knew looking down on me, I might get struck by lightning or something. So I did what I could do and I cried.
The bell rings and I hit my head on the closest locker. I cannot go to class like this, I thought. My eyes were red, and I was dizzy. Which would make Papa the most furious? Skipping class or getting a call from my teacher, stating in a questioning and confused voices; Carson is in the middle of a hangover..? Yeah, me the angelic nerd. I was a nerd. Annabella didn't mind. Her different IQ level didn't affect anything, but things changed.... or did I change?
I decided I would leave and go home. I was sick. Sick of life where Annabella is half way across the country. But Papa could think I was a different kind of sick for all I cared. I would not face Mr. Calliway, my teacher, next period, with last weeks' home work he was allowing me to turn in a little late not even started. I hadn't done any homework, in fact. Yeah me; the nerd. Mrs. Lloyd even asked my dad if anything was going on that she should know about. As if my dad even cared. Let's face it, he cares more about Cleetus, our hound dog than me.
I walked to the nurses office. I borrowed Ethan's lighter. Ethan was one of them. Them, I didn't know I was becoming one of them. He thought differently before he witnessed the fact that I did not want the lighter for the reason he does. I did not have cigarettes. And I wish I could say I did not want them. I gingerly lighted a cup of water. I observed it as it boiled. Ethan and them stared. I drank it and it burned my throat. I felt my esophogaus melting. I did not feel my heart. I liked pain. I was emo. Yeah, me; the nerd.
I sank down in one of the harsh, cold chairs. The nurse acts as if she doesn't see me. She must think she's hallucinating; Carson, the nerd, leaving early for the first time in the two years I'd been here at Kiser Middle.
I think about clearing my throat but I do not have to. My too-close-to-melted esophogaus
speaks for me and lets out a vicious and sickly cough. It sounded different than someone with a cold, it sounded like my insides hissing at my emotional self. The nurse displays a suspicious look on her face, but passes me a thermometer. I got away with the hiss instead of cough because I am just a nerd. I would never do anything wrong. Of course Carson Lee would never be up to anything suspicious.
"Gwen,Gwen,Gwen!" Ms.Barton said as I was asleep in history class."What?" I said when I woke up."had a nice dream?" "S-sorry Ms.Barton,it won't happen again"."let's hope not." She said. When the bell rang to go to lunch,my best friend,Marlon came up to me."What happend back there?" Marlon asked.To tell you the truth,I've always had a crush on him.I always had a feeling he liked me back."Nothing,nothing at all,i was just dreamin." "What about?"he asked with a smile."I'm not telling you!" I said with a smile.When we went back to class,Ms.barton wanted to talk to me."Gwen,you have been sleeping in my class far to long". "sorry Ms.B,I havent been myslef lately." I said with a frown."OK,first of all,dont call me "Ms.B",and you must go to sleep on time." She said with a light smile."sorry,it hared to fall a sleep in my house." well then...ther is only one thing to do...you need to,wake up..."
You’re keeping me up at night as day breaks
It’s all for you
Yeah that’s what you do, got me feeling so blue
When will you see
You have to let it be
When will you see just how much you really mean to me
Why is it just so hard to send that card
When do you think you’ll be able to understand
My love might be killing me
I hope you realize I’m just a fool
Damn! You’re so cool
When do you think you’ll understand
You drove me to a far off land
When will you see
I can’t just let it be
Come on try to set me free
When will you finally understand
I care about you
I’ll tell you that firsthand
You have my heart and my life
I hope soon I’ll get a chance to be your wife
I hope soon you’ll see, you mean the universe and the galaxy to me
It’s all for you
Yeah that’s what you do, got me feeling so blue
When will you see
You have to let it be
When will you see just how much you really mean to me
Why is it just so hard to send that card
When do you think you’ll be able to understand
My love might be killing me
I hope you realize I’m just a fool
Damn! You’re so cool
When do you think you’ll understand
You drove me to a far off land
When will you see
I can’t just let it be
Come on try to set me free
When will you finally understand
I care about you
I’ll tell you that firsthand
You have my heart and my life
I hope soon I’ll get a chance to be your wife
I hope soon you’ll see, you mean the universe and the galaxy to me
Race:half Italian Human,Otaku,Reader Fanfiction,I love my friends and Respect them i Speak American English Fluent and i like the sound of the ocean and beach favorite animals:Dogs,Wolf,Dolphins,Horses,Panda,Tiger,Orca
Beluga Whales
Anime i love:Naruto Shippuden,Swords Art Online,Inuyasha,Vampire Knight,Rosario+Vampire
my favorite sports are:Basketball,Tennis,Swimming
I'm the youngest child my mother have I have a biological brother and mom also my brother is a electronic Engineering
I have one small cute Malchi dog
Beluga Whales
Anime i love:Naruto Shippuden,Swords Art Online,Inuyasha,Vampire Knight,Rosario+Vampire
my favorite sports are:Basketball,Tennis,Swimming
I'm the youngest child my mother have I have a biological brother and mom also my brother is a electronic Engineering
I have one small cute Malchi dog
In my opinion the new Suicide Squad sucks. Harley Quinn is not even Harley Quinn any more, Deadshot has stupid movie lines, and no King Shark. WTF. I will explain this all for people who are not familier with The Suicide Squad.
Since the beginning of time Harley Quinn has had an accent and, guess what, no accent in the new Suicide Squad. And since when does Harley Quinn dress like a fucking slut.
Deadshot is normaly the main charecter in The Suicide Squad but now he has two stupid ass lines, "So we are some kind of Suicide Squad?" Yes you are stupid it is the title of your movie. "Let's go save the world." Fuck it I am done with Deadshot fully.
King shark is, well, a giant shark but now they have replaced him with a less cool Killer Crok.
I really love to write.I've done it ever since I was only 4.
My mother used to write things like stories or poems and letters.My mom inspired me to write things now.
Writing is really fun to do and I love it alot!Sometimes I write things like my mom did.
Whenever I feel mad I usually write things in the Write Email on the computer and write things that have been on my mind for a couple of days,then I erase them because I always feel better after I do that and I usually feel much calmer and I get it out of my system.
Since I really love writing so much I was thinking that maybe I could become an author when I grow up. :)
I wouldn't just write poetry or stories,I would also like to write articles for other people to read (just like I'm writing one right now).But of course I would write it on a piece of paper.I would also like to write new books for kids.
Again I really love to write and it's sort of special to me in my life.
My mother used to write things like stories or poems and letters.My mom inspired me to write things now.
Writing is really fun to do and I love it alot!Sometimes I write things like my mom did.
Whenever I feel mad I usually write things in the Write Email on the computer and write things that have been on my mind for a couple of days,then I erase them because I always feel better after I do that and I usually feel much calmer and I get it out of my system.
Since I really love writing so much I was thinking that maybe I could become an author when I grow up. :)
I wouldn't just write poetry or stories,I would also like to write articles for other people to read (just like I'm writing one right now).But of course I would write it on a piece of paper.I would also like to write new books for kids.
Again I really love to write and it's sort of special to me in my life.
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