After we finally finished our little laughing fit Olivers phone rang. I raised my eyebrows.
“Aren’t you going to get that?” I asked.
“Naw, it’s probably just my brother telling me to come get him from school.”
I checked my own phone. It was four o’clock. Good thing social was last block I guess. “Well you probably should go get him. I wouldn’t want to be stuck at school for an extra hour.” I teased playfully. What was I doing? I don’t even know this boy! And yet here I am talking with him still…
He ruffled his hair and sighed. “I suppose I should shouldn&rs
He helped me up again. “Somehow I don’t believe you.” He laughed. Before I could drop his hand again he gently let go of mine. “My name’s Oliver by the way.” He added.
“I’m Aspen. Why are you being so nice to me? You don’t even know me.” I asked curiously.
“Well you have obviously had a rough day and are in need of a little bit of help. And I, being the nice guy that I am, decided to help you out.” He said with a smile.
I managed a grimace like smile. “Thanks for that. But I really should get home. I mean I probably look like a drowned rat right now.” I
When I finally finished crying I figured I should start my soggy trek home. I stuffed the moist note in my bad and pulled up my hood. There wasn’t really any point in doing so though, my hair was already soaked. I realized how cold I really was and clutched my arms in hope of finding heat, knowing that there was none to be found. My hoodie was completely drenched from the rain and I could hear sloshing footsteps behind me.
I felt like the most pathetic person in the world. Completely soaked, freezing cold, probably super puffy eyes, and a red nose, all from a little note full of stinging words. I could feel the hotness of tears build
Where I planned on going I really had no clue. I just wandered aimlessly for a bit to clear my head. Soon enough I realized I still had todays note squashed in my hand. I didn’t really want to read it but I had to know what awful things they thought about me. I slowed myself to a walk and then plopped myself down onto the nearest park bench. My hands were so shaky that it took me two minutes just to un-crumple the stupid thing.
Once it was as un-crumpled as it was going to get I allowed myself to read it. It was written in a very girly cursive, but it was still readable.
Dear Freak,
First off here’s some words of advice. Black
After we finally finished our little laughing fit Olivers phone rang. I raised my eyebrows.
“Aren’t you going to get that?” I asked.
“Naw, it’s probably just my brother telling me to come get him from school.”
I checked my own phone. It was four o’clock. Good thing social was last block I guess. “Well you probably should go get him. I wouldn’t want to be stuck at school for an extra hour.” I teased playfully. What was I doing? I don’t even know this boy! And yet here I am talking with him still…
He ruffled his hair and sighed. “I suppose I should shouldn&rs
He helped me up again. “Somehow I don’t believe you.” He laughed. Before I could drop his hand again he gently let go of mine. “My name’s Oliver by the way.” He added.
“I’m Aspen. Why are you being so nice to me? You don’t even know me.” I asked curiously.
“Well you have obviously had a rough day and are in need of a little bit of help. And I, being the nice guy that I am, decided to help you out.” He said with a smile.
I managed a grimace like smile. “Thanks for that. But I really should get home. I mean I probably look like a drowned rat right now.” I
When I finally finished crying I figured I should start my soggy trek home. I stuffed the moist note in my bad and pulled up my hood. There wasn’t really any point in doing so though, my hair was already soaked. I realized how cold I really was and clutched my arms in hope of finding heat, knowing that there was none to be found. My hoodie was completely drenched from the rain and I could hear sloshing footsteps behind me.
I felt like the most pathetic person in the world. Completely soaked, freezing cold, probably super puffy eyes, and a red nose, all from a little note full of stinging words. I could feel the hotness of tears build
Where I planned on going I really had no clue. I just wandered aimlessly for a bit to clear my head. Soon enough I realized I still had todays note squashed in my hand. I didn’t really want to read it but I had to know what awful things they thought about me. I slowed myself to a walk and then plopped myself down onto the nearest park bench. My hands were so shaky that it took me two minutes just to un-crumple the stupid thing.
Once it was as un-crumpled as it was going to get I allowed myself to read it. It was written in a very girly cursive, but it was still readable.
Dear Freak,
First off here’s some words of advice. Black
I slammed my locker shut and leant my forehead against it. I noticed it as soon as my lock came off and the door opened. Another hate note. I’ve been getting them since the beginning of this year. Now it’s being clenched in my left hand. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. I glanced around at the remaining kids that are lingering in the hallway. Either they’ve become accustomed to my daily locker slamming or they couldn’t care less. I’m going with option b.
As I sat down in social I could hear the whispers. I already knew they were about me.
“All black again. Honestly you’d think she’s
I’m not going to lie. I’m not the most, uh, approachable person on this planet. And honestly I’m pretty boring. I don’t have any friends, well anymore anyways. On a scale of one to ten I’m about a four. I’m very average, extremely plain. I’m short, blonde and have brown eyes. I’m nothing special to anyone, I don’t think. If I was, well I have no idea why I would be, as I said before; not very approachable. I’m going to warn you now; I’m almost always in a bad mood. One bad day and poof the whole week has gone sour. Also, don’t get on my bad side because once you’re
haven't been on here in ages. i dont even really know what to say or why i'm doing this journal but hey yolo right? anyways yeah my life hasn't been exactly exciting but i guess thats how life goes isnt it? gosh im so tired. work is actually like killing my legs. i dont like it. -_- my poor feet, legs, and back. wow.... i sound like my mom......... anyways this is going absolutely no where so later fellow losers!
i am rather angry at the end of one of the books i looked so forward to reading. allegiant by veronica roth just made me cry for 10 minutes..... i cannot believe that is how she chose to finish the series..... i wanted to die. i was so excited for this book, it was still very very good but still...... shes just like john green! i saw a picture and it was 100% true. i'm just going to type out what the picture was because it was all writing anyways.
Person: I don't think books can hurt somebody emotionally.
J.K. Rowling: Oh?
John Green: Is
Suzanne Collins: that
Cassandra Clare: a
James Patterson: challenge?
Veronica Roth: *evil smile*
i can simply just state, i don't know anymore. everything seemed so perfect and now i just don't get it. i feel so confused and lost. i don't know what to do.... i mean i was so happy and i felt like i could do no wrong. now i just feel like everything is a whole lot harder and that i have a million weights on my shoulders. i just don't understand it. it's just not making any sense anymore. before i understood everything and had no fears. now though? i'm just full of terror and fear. i'm bold enough to say that i'm actually SCARED. i don't know what's going to be down this windy road but i just want it to be straightforward again. i don't lik