I quickly crossed the grassy field,not looking both ways. Today had been terrible. Well,more terrible than usual. There's the usual; my mom doesn't wake me up on time and even though every night I set my alarm,it still never goes off,didn't have enough time to eat breakfast,and then left something at trang chủ and had go drive back.
But something was off today. The way the air had turned suddenly hot in the middle of winter. The way my teacher sat and stared blankly at her desk. The way every person I passed seem to have their eyes glued to me.
I was too busy with đọc to notice a guy that was running straight towards me. He slammed into me and I wobbled back on my heels. Luckily I have always had pretty good balance so I stayed upright while he fell phía trước, chuyển tiếp just to the side of me,a football rolling across the field.
He jumped back up and I pressed my fingers into a now sore spot.
"Woah! I'm sorry. Are bạn ok?"
I winced at the sore spot but I nodded and looked up.
"Um,yeah. I'm fine. Thanks." The boy standing in front of me had dâu, dâu tây blonde hair and eyes the color of the sea.
He grinned and said,"Oh,that's good. I'm Pier-"
"Yo! Pierce c'mon! Pass the football."
He shrugged and picked up the football. When he got about half-way back to his friend I yelled out,"Narella! My name is Narella!"
I couldn't stop smiling in the hallway. I mean,my ngày has been pretty bad,but when bạn meet a really cute guy,it kinda gets better. bạn see,thats were I was wrong.
When I was walking down the hallway,a girl was coming the other way,her hạt dẻ hair flowing over her shoulders. I could still feel all the stares from the other kids,but this girls was icy. I couldn't help but stare back,and when she passed me,she locked her long fingers around my wrist and started pulling.
"What are bạn doing?" I yelped,but the girl didn't seem to listen. Instead,she tugged harder. I started trying to get peoples attention,but they all seemed like they were asleep.
The girl took me to the old english building,the one that was left for the new one but hadn't been torn down yet.
She kicked the door open and shoved me in. Almost immediately a guy that was already in there grabbed my wrists.
"Should I keep hold of her,Alyssa?"
The girl shook her head,sending her glossy hair rippling.
"No,she's one of the quiet ones. She won't do anything."
The guy dropped my wrists and I turned and glared at him. Then I turned on the Alyssa chick and shoved her.
I know,I know,violence is not the answer,blah blah blah,but it was my first instinct. The girl stumbled back,but caught herself bởi grabbing the wall. Her hair was messed up and her face flushed with anger.
"On một giây thought,Jack..."
The guy pinned my arms behind my back. I could feel my face heating up with anger. Alyssa slowly walked forward,a wicked smile spreading across her face.
"That was your first mistake. Anymore,and I'll have Jack do something I won't regret."
Jack squeezed my wrists hard and didn't release the pressure. I gritted my teeth.
"Now,you're going to tell me what I know. What is happening? Why is everyone so interested in you. What did bạn do?"
I made a face. "What the heck are bạn talking about?"
"You know."
"Uh,no I don't. Does it look like I do?"
Her blue eyes flashed and it looked like she was about to rip my hair out when the door opened.
"Alyssa. What are bạn doing?"
The voice sounded familiar but it was too dark so I couldn't place the voice to a face.
"Simply teaching Narella a lesson."
Jack bent my joints to far back and I gasped. I could hear shuffling and then a loud pop noise tiếp theo to me. The pressure on my arms released and Jack stumbled back. From the light from the now open door,I turned and saw blood running down Jack's busted lip.
The guy who had opened the door was panting tiếp theo to me and I looked up to see who it was.
"Pierce?"
Please tell me what bạn think. Prettyyyy pleaaseee(:
But something was off today. The way the air had turned suddenly hot in the middle of winter. The way my teacher sat and stared blankly at her desk. The way every person I passed seem to have their eyes glued to me.
I was too busy with đọc to notice a guy that was running straight towards me. He slammed into me and I wobbled back on my heels. Luckily I have always had pretty good balance so I stayed upright while he fell phía trước, chuyển tiếp just to the side of me,a football rolling across the field.
He jumped back up and I pressed my fingers into a now sore spot.
"Woah! I'm sorry. Are bạn ok?"
I winced at the sore spot but I nodded and looked up.
"Um,yeah. I'm fine. Thanks." The boy standing in front of me had dâu, dâu tây blonde hair and eyes the color of the sea.
He grinned and said,"Oh,that's good. I'm Pier-"
"Yo! Pierce c'mon! Pass the football."
He shrugged and picked up the football. When he got about half-way back to his friend I yelled out,"Narella! My name is Narella!"
I couldn't stop smiling in the hallway. I mean,my ngày has been pretty bad,but when bạn meet a really cute guy,it kinda gets better. bạn see,thats were I was wrong.
When I was walking down the hallway,a girl was coming the other way,her hạt dẻ hair flowing over her shoulders. I could still feel all the stares from the other kids,but this girls was icy. I couldn't help but stare back,and when she passed me,she locked her long fingers around my wrist and started pulling.
"What are bạn doing?" I yelped,but the girl didn't seem to listen. Instead,she tugged harder. I started trying to get peoples attention,but they all seemed like they were asleep.
The girl took me to the old english building,the one that was left for the new one but hadn't been torn down yet.
She kicked the door open and shoved me in. Almost immediately a guy that was already in there grabbed my wrists.
"Should I keep hold of her,Alyssa?"
The girl shook her head,sending her glossy hair rippling.
"No,she's one of the quiet ones. She won't do anything."
The guy dropped my wrists and I turned and glared at him. Then I turned on the Alyssa chick and shoved her.
I know,I know,violence is not the answer,blah blah blah,but it was my first instinct. The girl stumbled back,but caught herself bởi grabbing the wall. Her hair was messed up and her face flushed with anger.
"On một giây thought,Jack..."
The guy pinned my arms behind my back. I could feel my face heating up with anger. Alyssa slowly walked forward,a wicked smile spreading across her face.
"That was your first mistake. Anymore,and I'll have Jack do something I won't regret."
Jack squeezed my wrists hard and didn't release the pressure. I gritted my teeth.
"Now,you're going to tell me what I know. What is happening? Why is everyone so interested in you. What did bạn do?"
I made a face. "What the heck are bạn talking about?"
"You know."
"Uh,no I don't. Does it look like I do?"
Her blue eyes flashed and it looked like she was about to rip my hair out when the door opened.
"Alyssa. What are bạn doing?"
The voice sounded familiar but it was too dark so I couldn't place the voice to a face.
"Simply teaching Narella a lesson."
Jack bent my joints to far back and I gasped. I could hear shuffling and then a loud pop noise tiếp theo to me. The pressure on my arms released and Jack stumbled back. From the light from the now open door,I turned and saw blood running down Jack's busted lip.
The guy who had opened the door was panting tiếp theo to me and I looked up to see who it was.
"Pierce?"
Please tell me what bạn think. Prettyyyy pleaaseee(:
January 15, 1815
Journal,
Its cold. My thực phẩm is almost gone, I can’t feel my hands. I Mất tích my hat; my ears are frozen. My sisters are dying. Sasha has pneumonia, and Nastea’s Mất tích her áo, áo khoác and shoes. My hair is falling out. I look at the broken down train behind us. Tree’s sleep soundlessly on hàng đầu, đầu trang of it. I sit at a cây trunk, with bạn on my lap, and a scrawny pencil in my hand. Nastea sits beside Sasha, feeding her berries and herbs. I hope things get better, Journal. I hope things get better.
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
Its cold. My thực phẩm is almost gone, I can’t feel my hands. I Mất tích my hat; my ears are frozen. My sisters are dying. Sasha has pneumonia, and Nastea’s Mất tích her áo, áo khoác and shoes. My hair is falling out. I look at the broken down train behind us. Tree’s sleep soundlessly on hàng đầu, đầu trang of it. I sit at a cây trunk, with bạn on my lap, and a scrawny pencil in my hand. Nastea sits beside Sasha, feeding her berries and herbs. I hope things get better, Journal. I hope things get better.
Bye Journal,
Nadia
she unloads his gun
She and he waits for this
he releases his love
In blue and green orbs
she gives him thêm and more
A million miles away
A million years girl
In a black woven chest
he digs his nails deep
She trusts in him for what he does
live in a house in the suburbs
He kisses the pain with blood and light
sleeping it off in the morning
A million miles away
A million years girl
In her world of his
she unloads his gun
In a world of his
she covers the sun
A million miles away
A million years
A million years girl
