After writing another... something, Ivy flipped back a few pages where she once poured her heart and tears out on.
The class wasn't done yet, but she really couldn't care less about what the lesson was, multiplying was for babies anyways.
Click
You're a ticking time bomb
One bad move, everything goes wrong
The words cut through me
I put a bandage, hope it won't bleed
One more paragraph, please make it stop
The words sound like endless ringing
It echoes through my ears, my head, my whole body
You're like an alarm, but I can't turn it off
It continues to ring in my head, all day and every day
You click your tongue, ready to recite your essay about me
What do I do to make it stop?
Stop.
Stop.
Stop!
Say one more paragraph, and I'll have to make you stop
After reading the page, Ivy chuckles quietly. "Well, I guess I technically did make it stop after all." She thought to herself.
YOU ARE READING
Ivy's Notebook
RandomAs Ivy was in the airplane with her mom and aunt, she felt bored. She took out a little notebook from her bag. "Wow." She chuckled to herself. "Well, there's still a few pages left." She thought to herself as she flipped through the pages filled wit...
