Blocked veiws

chapter 2

It's Friday and after a whole week of being dragged out of my comfort blanket every morning at good knows what time.. who every invented the alarm clock should of been killed horribly... maybe thrown in a shark pool or in the lion cages at the zoo, or made to wake up at 6:30am every morning. Yeah that would be a good punishment! meh, who cares now?

Whoop yeah freedom at last, I kicked the door with one of those awesome kicks you see on film's 'you can't keep me in!' I shouted at the school building as of it was it's idea to make me go through living hell for 6 hours a day 5 days a week. My teacher are like my own torturers sent from hell it self, A who in their right minds would set homework every day of the week? my papers are over flowing my Locker! A group of girls from a lower year looked at me as if I was an escapee from a mental home.

"What does she think she looks like." One of the girls said, she looked like a Barbie melted down in the heat then dipped in bleach. I understand that it's hot and everything but they still could of but some clothes on.

"Boo you whore" As if I cared about what she thought of me, when am I ever going to see her again? oh yeah on the Jermary Kyle show. I walked past them with a little flick to my hair.

It was going to be a long walk back home, I can already feel my feet starting to hurt. hearing the group of girls start to laugh behind my back, and as my own personal rule I Don't let myself become self concerned over what people say or do behind my back but I can't help to think about what they're laughing about turning my head ever so slightly so I can see behind me so I can see them talking to a boy, I never seen him before but he had to be in my year he looked to old to be in those girls year, why haven't I seen him around? meh, who cares!

I carry on walking I'm going to have to listen to music. My phone is my life, I call people on it, my music is on it and no one can live without a bit of one direction or Rita Ora. Then it's got pictures of memories that need to be remembered and well it's got the Chinese restaurant number on it. I walked down the street with my steps in time with the beat humming along to Conor Maynard, Damn that kid is too sexy for his own good I mean God could of shared it out a bit. I wonder what it's like to to be able to sing? I mean I could dance yeah, I'm in a dance group but singing wow, that's a talent that only a few have and some try I mean Rihanna no, you can't sing go home, but someone like Olly Murs is pure talent. why can't I sing? I soo unfair! I want to dazzle someone with my amazing voice or confess my love to someone through a song... but nooo, I'm not allowed that instead I get a voice like an 80 year old man who's been smoking all his life. Me and Leah when laugh about it for hours comparing what we sounded like, now there's something I miss. Leah.

she hadn't talked to me in the passed two days, something changed between us, she avoided me like I had the plague or a bad disease that I probably couldn't say and when I talked to her about it she was so blunt.

'(yesterday) "Leah, Leah?" hadn't she heard me, I did shout loud though."LEAH!!!" this time she turned.

"what do you want Josie?"

"can't I talk to you?" what is up with her?

"no, not today." okaaay....

"umm, why?"

"why? Did you say why Josie?" huh? Leah only uses the 'are you stupid voice when she's annoyed, but I haven't done anything!

"um, yeah I did?" it sounded more like a question.

"because when ever we talk now it's been, Everett this, Everett that every time! that's all we ever talk about now! he only talked to you once! one time, have you heard from him since? no!" I didn't even talk about him that much though that's the problem, I mentioned once or twice but never like what she's saying but what was I meant to do he was my biggest crush ever.

"no I Don't what is your problem anyway? why Don't you like him?" damn this girl is confusing.

"learn the hard way" with that she walked away not even looking back.' 

 learn the hard way, what the hell is that meant to mean? some friend she is not even telling her mean to be best friend something that seemed so important. who does that? I bet she just wants to start a fight be the centre of everything like normal.

while having my little rant I finally got home, the last few steps was the hardest.. so close but so far away. Finally the door handle was in my reach "mum?" I call out and I Don't hear an answer "dad?" still no answer.. I walk to the kitchen to see if they want in there but there was no sign of them. So I went hunting for food, mmmm, Caramel digestive biscuits you are my life. I look over to the fridge only to see a note on the board 'Me and you mum have gone out for dinner with friends, there's leftovers in the fridge! love dad xxx' great home alone and cold leftovers for dinner. At least I get to watch what I want on the t.v meaning mostly all of the friends episodes, flopping on to the sofa with my caramel digestive biscuits laying down for a while but then my eye lids start to get heavy I didn't know I was that tired. 

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movement around me woke me up, I look up to the clock and see the time, holy shit it was 11:45pm did I really sleep for 7hours? someone picks me up I was about to scream out bloody murder but then I see that it's my dad.

"Put me down, I'm to heavy" I try to say but it comes out more as a "p-um-t mem domn, imm too havy" I didn't know if he would understand me but the chuckle from him showed that he heard something.

"Don't be silly go back to sleep" I didn't need to be told twice. My blanket it wrapped around me and I'm a dead beat.

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Waking up in the morning was one of the hardest things i've done, even though i slept through the night without waking i was still lke a zomie at 11am. I had planned to meet up with cameron today to start with our History project which seems like it's going to take ages, and it's half our overall year mark.

I got ready not really caring about what i look like i'm inpressing someone, i said good bye to my parents and started towalk toward the coffee shop in town. I smiled at a few people as i walk by but mostly i kept my head down and listen to music , when i got to the coffee shop cameron wasn't in there so i went to order a white hot chocolate was cream and sprinkle ^.^

I may aswell start

 i pulled out my history book and laptop and started looking up the reasons behind the world war, i got half way through when cameron walked in. "Sorry i'm late, football practise lasted longer then normal'' 

"It's fine i'm used to football running later"

"How come? Boyfriend in the team or something?"

"No, my brother plays and i sometimes have to wait for him"

"Oh, okay so what have you done before i came in?"

"I started on the reasons behind the war, and then i was going to move on to living in war time england?" He seemed impressed so far of what i've done.

"What should i do?"

"Anything"

"Okay" He took the seat next to me and started working from his books and laptop, i don't know how long we were working on our project but the coffee shop seemed to fill up fast, huh must be lunch time, did he want to eat here?

"umm, do you want to eat?"

"Huh?" He looks up from his laptop which his eye have been glued to for a while.

"It must be around lunch, did you want something to eat from here?"

"Joide it's like three in the afternoon, did you not eat before you came here?" 

"No" i didn't bother correcting my name.

"oh, you can if you want but i'm not hungry"

We spend at least another hour on our work before we went home, only a little of the work was finished... this was going to be a long project.

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*right I'm just saying I'm not the best at writing nor am I good at coming up with good story lines so a little help please?*