My life: Messed up [on hold]

Messages featuring Me

Look, I was telling you about this message on Facebook. Ye, that one that changed my life. Let me continue and tell you what that message contains: letters, words, sentences. Okay not the last one. But this is what it said.

"How you doing Bella."

Yes people, I am that desperate that I get happy over 16 letters. 4 words. 1 sentence. Kind of sad don't you think? Well I really don't have any friends. My refugee is my great collection of books. All books that I love. I started collecting them when I was young. Also, I have loving parents but they don't really care about me in case you're wondering. Now let me bring you back to the time of the message. In other words. No more past tense. I hope.

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I looked at my screen. Yes, it is actually there.

Facebook
1 new message by: Samuel Lares

Okay just to be honest here. I am
Really curious what that message says. I mean, no one ever sends me a message. And especially not the school Badboy/hunk.

I quickly scan my finger to gain access to my
Own phone. My heart is pounding in my chest. Curious of what the message might say. To be honest I think it's really just a stupid prank from him. Because well, he hates me. So when my phone was done loading my heart was basically up my throat from excitement. I looked at the message.

"How you doing Bella?"

16 letters. 4 words. 1 sentence. And it made me almost faint. Though I didn't let my guard down. This could be a stupid prank from the Queen Bitch. You never know. So I replied quickly to him.

"If this is some sick joke, go be sick making annoying somewhere else."

I looked at the sentence with satisfaction and hit send. I put my phone down and walked to my giant mini library. Yes it's mini, but it's giant for its mini size. Get it? No? Don't care. My hand touches all of the backs of the books I look at. Feeling if the book was up for a game of reading. You see, books are like gold to me. Human I would almost say. They have been my greatest friend ever. The magic worlds of fantasy, fiction, romance, war and so much more are mostly books about times where things will be alright. Where everyone in the end will be happy. Yes, they get a happy-end. The way I look at myself. I don't. I grabbed my favourite book, Lost Love by Nitaholic. A really good romance story about two lovers that broke up when they were young and find each other when they're both engaged.

When I was about to open the book my phone vibrates again indicating I have a new message. I sigh, I'm sure it's that Jerk Sam again. I unlock my phone and look at the content of the message.

"Haha, no need to be so mean to me. I was just asking how are you doing."

That made me frown. That message...it's nice. Not mean. It's nice. Not mean. But, does this guy actually has the ability to be nice? Apparently he does because I'm holding the proof in my hand. With some hesitation I answer him.

"Well, Uhm I'm doing fine. Thanks for asking, how are you?"

I just can't believe myself for answering this in a nice way. I mean, 4 years of bullying. How can he be nice to me. I put my phone down and try concentrating on the book. But I just can't. The thoughts keep flashing through my head. And when my phone vibrates, it's no mystery why I'm practically running towards it. I unlock my phone and see the message.

"Well I'm doing good. Thanks for asking. I suppose I'll see you at school. Night night."

When I read the last part of his message I realised it was already 7 PM. I sigh and put my
Phone down. I walk down the stairs towards my dinner. My parents always work and are like never home. And then I mean NEVER. I just cook myself some Lasagne. And with cooking I mean put it in the microwave and turn the microwave on. Yes, that's cooking for me. I eat my dinner in silence and then go upstairs to pack my bag and get to sleep. Sigh, sleep? Not really, can't really sleep after that conversation I just had with Sam. Why does this guy make me feel this way? I mean, he's hot and all. And is a straight A student like me. But come on! He's my bully for gods sake. And with those thoughts I fall asleep. I fall asleep in a dreamless sleep.

Hey guys chapter 2 here. I hope you're still liking it. I'll try to update as much as I can. But no promises. Bear with me. Leave a like and maybe a comment if you enjoyed and don't be afraid to hit that follow button. Also guys be sure to check out nitaholic and her story Lost Love. And I'll see you guys next time.

Cheerio,
Doelie