It's been a week since the incident, and I suffered a mild concussion. Sam visits me every day without fail, and my other friends text me every now and then, but I can't help but feel so alone. Sam refuses to let me leave the house, no matter what I say or do, so there isn't much for me to do. I feel fine, just a little dizzy at times. I haven't heard a word from James.
It's killing me. I miss his goofy ass making perverted jokes at any given opportunity and being cocky as hell. Maybe it's because he doesn't have my number, but I'm still kind of sad i haven't heard from him. I'll just sneak out when Sam leaves. In the meantime, I'll take a nap or stalk people on twitter.
@Kellinquinn: Awesome show last night. Thanks Yahoo for hosting our live stream!
Sigh. I love stalking famous people. I continued scrolling through my feed when I heard a small rumble noise. I looked up to see Sam had fallen asleep next to me on my bed. This is my chance! I crawled out of my spot slowly and carefully, as not to wake him and let my feet hit the cool tile. I threw on a bra and my vans, but I was too lazy to change out of my sweats and my grey bmth shirt. And then, I grabbed my cruiser and I was off to see the boy whom I couldn't get my mind off of.
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Bittersweet
RandomDawn is a not - so typical 15 year old girl. She has black hair, and usually dresses in black skinnies and a tank top. One day while hanging with her friends, she meets someone who will change her life.
