"I am not the kind of princess that needs saving. I'm probably not a princess at all. You can be the gallant prince all you want, that's fine. But, get the saving me part out of your head. I am not a damsel in distress, I am not a trapped girl. If I...
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"Do you ever feel like you're just sort of. . . there? Like, your friends go out and do things, and get in to relationships and like people that like them back, and have fun and do stupid things with their best friends. And, instead of doing all of that, you're just sort of this mildly entertaining thing that people take an interest in once in a while, but they wouldn't really care if it was gone. Like, you just sort of exist, but you don't really mean anything. . ."
~the-gameissomething
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Sunday, March 28, 2010
Laying curled up in bed with my eyes closed, I'm unable to sleep with the knowledge that my bedroom door and the bathroom are unlocked. Once I had my own room at thirteen in my past-life, and the moment I had mobility in this one, I always locked my bedroom door, windows, and tied a bungee cord from the bathroom door to my bedroom door; otherwise, I wouldn't be able to sleep well or at all because I thought someone would come in while I'm sleeping.
'Trauma. Gotta love it.' I roll my eyes.
Feeling a chill up my spine along with a prickling sensation on the back of my neck, my body suddenly fills with anxiety as my breath catches and my heartbeat picks up. I quickly sit up and allow my eyes to dart around the room, knowing Jonas is somewhere around here.
Getting up, I grab the aluminum baseball bat from beside my bed before silently making my way out in to the hallway in order to allow Jonas to get what he needs, and allowing myself to relax now that I'm not in my bedroom with an uninvited man.
Going towards Jeremy's room, I carefully push the door open and peek inside, seeing him sound asleep in his bed. Closing his door, I turn and begin to approach the stairs when Alaric suddenly pops up at the top of them. Startled, I instinctively swing the bat at his head as we both yell in alarm. Luckily, he takes a step back as he leans back enough to just miss getting his head smashed in.
"Shit!" I blurt out, eyes wide. "Sorry, Alaric!"
"Elena!" He says in the same tone, his eyes widening farther when he realizes he's only in his boxers. "Ahem." He clears his throat awkwardly as he uses the bowl of ice-cream in his hands to cover himself below the belt.
"I thought there was an intruder." I explain, diverting my attention to the bat in my hand as I loosely swing it by my side.
"Nope, that was us." Jenna speaks up, sheepishly stepping up behind the History teacher as she runs a hand through her already messy strawberry-blonde locks, wearing his button-up light-blue shirt and no pants. "I'm sorry." She winces.
