BOOYA. Making my own Gabbie look alike. (:
I walked out of my first period English class, thinking shoot me, shoot me. We'd just been assigned a persuasive essay to be turned in next week. Uhg. Stupid 100 year old woman ... Geeeeez ... Grrr ... Uhg.
"I hate her. And that stupid class. She doesn't teach us anything!" It was Beth, my bestest friend.
"I know. But now it's off to the second worst class of the day!" Beth, Madison, Rose, Jayne and I all growned in unison.
"I don't wanna deal with that fag today."
"None of us do. Let's just get it over with, kay? It's Friday, remember! Think Friday!" I said, trying to pep them up.
"Yea, ok," Beth said sarcastically.
Before lunch
"I ... Can't ... I can't ... stoplaughing!" I squealed, trying to catch my breath. The girls just stood there looking at me with blank expressions on their face. "How can y'all not laugh! 'I've never met anyone who wanted to shoot themselves in the foot.'" I laughed harder, remembering our math class. Funniest thing all day that no one besides me found funny at all.
"Ok, I'm just going to stop laughing now." I said to myself. Just then, standing in line, I almost passed out.
"GABBIE!" I shouted, a little too loud. The whole lunchroom went quiet, staring at me. I just looked around, acting like I didn't know what they were looking at; I just stared at Gabbie, congering up a way to get her attention. Wait, why didn't she look at me I yelled her name!?
"Hey, guys, I'll be right back ok?" I said as I walked towards her.
Finally, I reached her, grabbing her by the wrist. "Hey, can we talk really quick?" She stared at me blankly, wondering why on earth this creepy stranger was holding her wrist and asking her to talk.
"Ermm ... Sure...?"
I lead the way outside to the picnic tables, where no one could see when I did my fake 'touchdown slash score' happy dance. Embarassing myself is a full time job.
"GABBBIE!" I squealed once the door was shut.
"Why do you keep calling me that?!" She demanded.
"Why don't you have a British accent?! Do you not know the importance of tea parties, not shooting ducks, writing, hypernights, fanpop, comments, Florida, writing a book, me becoming queen of England and then taking over the world, Rainy Day comments, and, most importantly, SYRUP?! Do you understand the SYRUP?!"
"HELP ME! SOMEONE, HELP ME!" She screamed as she ran away.
"WAIT! COME BACK!" Why was she leaving me? Mental sad face. "Did the sheep eat your sheets last night?! STOP RUNNING. I CANNOT RUN. YOU KNOW THAT!" Seriously, would she stop running now? "Wait! I know! OHHH, THIS HAS GOTTA BE THE GOOD LIFE, THIS HAS GOTTA BE THE GOOD LIFE, THIS COULD REALLY BE A GOOD LIFE, GOOD GOOD LIFE!" I tried to sing. Crap. She started running faster towards the door.
"Gabbie, will you just listen to me for a srecond, dude!?!"
"My name is NOT GABBIE. PLEASE, STOP FOLLOWING ME. CREEP!"
"YOU. ARE. GABBIE. I shall MAKE you be Gabbie! YOU. ARE. MY. GABBIE. Now, let us go sing Good Life, have a tea party, write a book, laugh, eat syrup out of the bottle, sing and dance like the fools we are, babs!"
She stopped running long enough to give me the 'stalker' look. "Stay away from me! HELP ME!"
Insert sad face HERE
And this is what reaaaaallly goes on in my mind. Just sayin.
I walked out of my first period English class, thinking shoot me, shoot me. We'd just been assigned a persuasive essay to be turned in next week. Uhg. Stupid 100 year old woman ... Geeeeez ... Grrr ... Uhg.
"I hate her. And that stupid class. She doesn't teach us anything!" It was Beth, my bestest friend.
"I know. But now it's off to the second worst class of the day!" Beth, Madison, Rose, Jayne and I all growned in unison.
"I don't wanna deal with that fag today."
"None of us do. Let's just get it over with, kay? It's Friday, remember! Think Friday!" I said, trying to pep them up.
"Yea, ok," Beth said sarcastically.
Before lunch
"I ... Can't ... I can't ... stoplaughing!" I squealed, trying to catch my breath. The girls just stood there looking at me with blank expressions on their face. "How can y'all not laugh! 'I've never met anyone who wanted to shoot themselves in the foot.'" I laughed harder, remembering our math class. Funniest thing all day that no one besides me found funny at all.
"Ok, I'm just going to stop laughing now." I said to myself. Just then, standing in line, I almost passed out.
"GABBIE!" I shouted, a little too loud. The whole lunchroom went quiet, staring at me. I just looked around, acting like I didn't know what they were looking at; I just stared at Gabbie, congering up a way to get her attention. Wait, why didn't she look at me I yelled her name!?
"Hey, guys, I'll be right back ok?" I said as I walked towards her.
Finally, I reached her, grabbing her by the wrist. "Hey, can we talk really quick?" She stared at me blankly, wondering why on earth this creepy stranger was holding her wrist and asking her to talk.
"Ermm ... Sure...?"
I lead the way outside to the picnic tables, where no one could see when I did my fake 'touchdown slash score' happy dance. Embarassing myself is a full time job.
"GABBBIE!" I squealed once the door was shut.
"Why do you keep calling me that?!" She demanded.
"Why don't you have a British accent?! Do you not know the importance of tea parties, not shooting ducks, writing, hypernights, fanpop, comments, Florida, writing a book, me becoming queen of England and then taking over the world, Rainy Day comments, and, most importantly, SYRUP?! Do you understand the SYRUP?!"
"HELP ME! SOMEONE, HELP ME!" She screamed as she ran away.
"WAIT! COME BACK!" Why was she leaving me? Mental sad face. "Did the sheep eat your sheets last night?! STOP RUNNING. I CANNOT RUN. YOU KNOW THAT!" Seriously, would she stop running now? "Wait! I know! OHHH, THIS HAS GOTTA BE THE GOOD LIFE, THIS HAS GOTTA BE THE GOOD LIFE, THIS COULD REALLY BE A GOOD LIFE, GOOD GOOD LIFE!" I tried to sing. Crap. She started running faster towards the door.
"Gabbie, will you just listen to me for a srecond, dude!?!"
"My name is NOT GABBIE. PLEASE, STOP FOLLOWING ME. CREEP!"
"YOU. ARE. GABBIE. I shall MAKE you be Gabbie! YOU. ARE. MY. GABBIE. Now, let us go sing Good Life, have a tea party, write a book, laugh, eat syrup out of the bottle, sing and dance like the fools we are, babs!"
She stopped running long enough to give me the 'stalker' look. "Stay away from me! HELP ME!"
Insert sad face HERE
And this is what reaaaaallly goes on in my mind. Just sayin.
You're my friend and that is true
But these words are given from me to you,
We went through moments that were good and bad
Even moments that were happy and sad,
Whenever you're sad or even in tears
I'll stick by you when your in fear,
I'll be there when you need a hand
Or someone to listen and understand,
Words can't explain how much I'm grateful
For your friendship I will be forever thankful
Miles away can't keep us apart
Because you'll always be there right in my heart
Short and Sweet!
Hope you like it!!!
Love,
Resha
But these words are given from me to you,
We went through moments that were good and bad
Even moments that were happy and sad,
Whenever you're sad or even in tears
I'll stick by you when your in fear,
I'll be there when you need a hand
Or someone to listen and understand,
Words can't explain how much I'm grateful
For your friendship I will be forever thankful
Miles away can't keep us apart
Because you'll always be there right in my heart
Short and Sweet!
Hope you like it!!!
Love,
Resha