School is over, and I go to the bus stop alone as usual. Here we go again. Why? Oh, they are all looking at me again. What I want to tell you is, everyone on my bus looked at me. And again, they hold their cell phones in their hands and laugh. Hallelujah, what is so funny about that? What is it got to do with me? Wait, what? No, you are at school! Did you know how disgusting it was when I saw a boy looking at me and turned on his phone again? He had stripes. I mean, that could happen, but I found out he was not a surprise. I was just curious, so I looked for other types on the bus.
Oh, my God!
What a relief! The bus has arrived. I take the bus and take the first fourth seat, turn left, and sit on the window seat. I put my headphones in my ear and type them into my phone to cover my eyes and hide everything that is frowned on (it is very heavy, even when someone is sitting in front of you and staring at you).
-I used to like liquor to get me inspired-
-But you look so beautiful, my new supplier-
-I used to like smoking to stop all the thinking-
-But I found a different buzz-
-The world is a curse it will kill if you let it-
-I know they got pills that can help you forget it-
-They bottle it, call it medicine-
-But I don't need drugs-
-Cause I'm already high enough-
-You got me you got me good-
-I'm already high enough-
-I only, I only, I only got eyes for you-
And my music was interrupted by someone who was hitting me from behind.
"Hey, what's going on? "
One of the cks is asking why he talked to me, but I do not know why he talked to me. Or I do not care at all, but why? You do not have to argue anymore? That is all right.
"What do you want? I asked angrily.
"I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to the city with me later."
Me? With YOU? No, you can do it.
And then I thought, "Or would you rather stay in your disgusting empty room? "What she interrupted... I am not saying she is not right about what my room looks like, but I am telling you where you want to know that no one in my room was the only one who could describe my room as disgusting and ruins. And I cannot do that. So, I just said, "Oh, my God. "Why not?" There's more I'll regret.
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I'm a dreamer (English Version) I TW
Novela Juvenil„Illusions will never change into something real." She told me before she burst into the air. How could this happen? Who is it? Why were you there? I had the answer until I found out, accepted it, and tried to do it. But thank you for being there...
