Chapter One- My First Death ngày (Oh The Joy)
Let me put this into words bạn living, breathing, humans can understand. I'm dead. bạn won't understand a thing if bạn keep on believing that I'm alive. I'm not alive and I will never come back from the dead. This isn't some crappy horror novel bạn picked up. This is real life. And in real life, once you're dead, you're dead, for good. There are no một giây chances and no undos. If bạn continue on this delusional journey that I'm alive and well, then you're better off putting this book down and going back to that lousy crap about the princess who received everything.
Okay, now that I have that out of the way, lets begin. It is somewhere around November, when I realized I was dead. bạn would think I would have noticed it bởi the tear stains on my mother's face hoặc how she completely ignored me. bạn would think I would have caught on when I couldn't seem to get a good grip on my clothes hoặc anything for that matter. bơ fingers. That was my excuse for not being able to grip anything. I didn't have a mirror in my room and the bathroom mirror shattered a couple of days ago. I was clueless to my appearance. I was clueless to everything. I couldn't remember what had happened the night before but I woke up with a migraine which is unusual for me since I'm almost never sick.
There I was, roaming the halls of my school without a clue. I I went to every class just as I usually would. I sat bởi my partner Sally Greyson in đọc who looked a bit freaked out as I pulled the chair out. She ended up going to the nurse a few phút later mumbling something about seeing things.
bởi this point, it was just ridiculous how dumb I was being. I looked back on this and actually laughed. It couldn't process the stares I was receiving. The staring part wasn't surprising since the whole school knew me as the outsider. They knew I didn't talk and now thanks to Haleigh Tompkins no one talks to me. I am an awkward sâu bướm who hasn't yet been through metamorphosis like the other caterpillars now.
This was just trang chủ room. My teacher hasn't đã đưa ý kiến a word besides, "shut up bạn bags of air!" Yeah, Mr. Bones was the type of teacher who insulted kids and butt kissed parents. Mr. Bones stood in front of the entire class with a slight grin on his face. He was holding the newspaper. "Good morning, class." We đã đưa ý kiến good morning back but he wasn't satisfied so we đã đưa ý kiến it louder and ten times harsher. "I have some splendid news today. It is the most blessed thing that has happened since Edgar Allan Poe wrote the 'Tell-Tale Heart'."
"How did bạn know my iguana laid her eggs today?!" Madison, a short brown-haired girl who sits in the back, nearly shouted as she frantically waved her hands on the air doing a mini dance.
"Sit down bạn insolent girl!" There were some giggles from the other kids who sat with Madison. I call them Nerd Squad #41 hoặc N.S for short. They always interrupt class to do weird and awkward things like that. Apparently, to them, it was considered cool. "I was speaking about the death of a fellow student." I didn't hear anything about a death. I immediately thought of Anna Bells. She was missing a lot from class but I assumed she moved after a month.
"You mean Andrea Manson?" Seth Liberty with his dark grey eyes always appeared gloomy to me. We never actually spoke but I had to assume. Actually, I never spoke to any of these kids. I have been usually in the background observing their behavior. It was something I liked to do as time passed. "Why would bạn make a mockery of her death? Her spirit could come back and haunt you."
"Yeah, Mr. Bones," squeaked Nina. "Andrea was a dearest friend of mine. How dare bạn mock this?" Nina Talon and I were NEVER friends. She was a cheerleader and I was an outsider. Our kind never socialize with each other.
I wanted to scream at all of them and declare I wasn't dead but something stopped me. It was a gut feeling that told me to shut up and listen. So I did.
Mr. Bones flipped the newspaper over to hiển thị the exploited picture of me in my casket. My makeup was done horridly and my eyes were shut tight. I almost looked at rest but how could I be since I'm not dead! "This, my students, it bạn so called beloved classmate."
I think I took a good look at myself that day. I was pale as in see through. I had a but of a shimmer to me and I was wreaking the clothes that was shown on me in my casket. Yep, I will officially call this ngày my Death Day. The ngày I realized I was dead is today.
Let me put this into words bạn living, breathing, humans can understand. I'm dead. bạn won't understand a thing if bạn keep on believing that I'm alive. I'm not alive and I will never come back from the dead. This isn't some crappy horror novel bạn picked up. This is real life. And in real life, once you're dead, you're dead, for good. There are no một giây chances and no undos. If bạn continue on this delusional journey that I'm alive and well, then you're better off putting this book down and going back to that lousy crap about the princess who received everything.
Okay, now that I have that out of the way, lets begin. It is somewhere around November, when I realized I was dead. bạn would think I would have noticed it bởi the tear stains on my mother's face hoặc how she completely ignored me. bạn would think I would have caught on when I couldn't seem to get a good grip on my clothes hoặc anything for that matter. bơ fingers. That was my excuse for not being able to grip anything. I didn't have a mirror in my room and the bathroom mirror shattered a couple of days ago. I was clueless to my appearance. I was clueless to everything. I couldn't remember what had happened the night before but I woke up with a migraine which is unusual for me since I'm almost never sick.
There I was, roaming the halls of my school without a clue. I I went to every class just as I usually would. I sat bởi my partner Sally Greyson in đọc who looked a bit freaked out as I pulled the chair out. She ended up going to the nurse a few phút later mumbling something about seeing things.
bởi this point, it was just ridiculous how dumb I was being. I looked back on this and actually laughed. It couldn't process the stares I was receiving. The staring part wasn't surprising since the whole school knew me as the outsider. They knew I didn't talk and now thanks to Haleigh Tompkins no one talks to me. I am an awkward sâu bướm who hasn't yet been through metamorphosis like the other caterpillars now.
This was just trang chủ room. My teacher hasn't đã đưa ý kiến a word besides, "shut up bạn bags of air!" Yeah, Mr. Bones was the type of teacher who insulted kids and butt kissed parents. Mr. Bones stood in front of the entire class with a slight grin on his face. He was holding the newspaper. "Good morning, class." We đã đưa ý kiến good morning back but he wasn't satisfied so we đã đưa ý kiến it louder and ten times harsher. "I have some splendid news today. It is the most blessed thing that has happened since Edgar Allan Poe wrote the 'Tell-Tale Heart'."
"How did bạn know my iguana laid her eggs today?!" Madison, a short brown-haired girl who sits in the back, nearly shouted as she frantically waved her hands on the air doing a mini dance.
"Sit down bạn insolent girl!" There were some giggles from the other kids who sat with Madison. I call them Nerd Squad #41 hoặc N.S for short. They always interrupt class to do weird and awkward things like that. Apparently, to them, it was considered cool. "I was speaking about the death of a fellow student." I didn't hear anything about a death. I immediately thought of Anna Bells. She was missing a lot from class but I assumed she moved after a month.
"You mean Andrea Manson?" Seth Liberty with his dark grey eyes always appeared gloomy to me. We never actually spoke but I had to assume. Actually, I never spoke to any of these kids. I have been usually in the background observing their behavior. It was something I liked to do as time passed. "Why would bạn make a mockery of her death? Her spirit could come back and haunt you."
"Yeah, Mr. Bones," squeaked Nina. "Andrea was a dearest friend of mine. How dare bạn mock this?" Nina Talon and I were NEVER friends. She was a cheerleader and I was an outsider. Our kind never socialize with each other.
I wanted to scream at all of them and declare I wasn't dead but something stopped me. It was a gut feeling that told me to shut up and listen. So I did.
Mr. Bones flipped the newspaper over to hiển thị the exploited picture of me in my casket. My makeup was done horridly and my eyes were shut tight. I almost looked at rest but how could I be since I'm not dead! "This, my students, it bạn so called beloved classmate."
I think I took a good look at myself that day. I was pale as in see through. I had a but of a shimmer to me and I was wreaking the clothes that was shown on me in my casket. Yep, I will officially call this ngày my Death Day. The ngày I realized I was dead is today.
xin chào peeps, I'm back, how've bạn been doing? If no one's told bạn let I'm glad your alive right now, and I smile knowing that your still breathing. Darling, bạn are worth it, don't let them bring bạn down, take a breather and stand up. Because the best way to fight your enemy is letting them know there not getting to you. Laugh, smile, love, run, scream, do whatever makes bạn happy, do the right thing. And most importantly, live and dream, because nothing, NOTHING, is impossible. It can be done. I own nothing, and if I did I would totally make mention, but right now, nothing is mine, hope bạn enjoy, and don't worry, thêm will be đã đăng soon. I don't own anything, enjoy!
“Misery is optional, pain is an illusion, but tình yêu is eternal” - Bam Margera
These tears of mine
bleed through me
creating an invisble ling
that only i can see
seperating me from us
get a key
unlock me thus
making it easy
trees grow tall
people grow apart
the world will fall
so does your heart
soliders die
their families left behind
people cry
over what's left behind
how would bạn feel
if it happend to you
instead of sitting there
what would bạn do
i know how bạn think
bạn thinking that
it isnt important
so how about that
time goes by
nothing change yet
thats how i think
dont worry of fret
these tears of mine
they dry up fast
but the scars left behind
are there to last
bleed through me
creating an invisble ling
that only i can see
seperating me from us
get a key
unlock me thus
making it easy
trees grow tall
people grow apart
the world will fall
so does your heart
soliders die
their families left behind
people cry
over what's left behind
how would bạn feel
if it happend to you
instead of sitting there
what would bạn do
i know how bạn think
bạn thinking that
it isnt important
so how about that
time goes by
nothing change yet
thats how i think
dont worry of fret
these tears of mine
they dry up fast
but the scars left behind
are there to last