||Pj's POV||
I was outside with Marie and Aren. We were all younger, about 6-7 years old. We were playing tag at the park. We looked so happy. All of a sudden, I felt myself being tripped and falling onto the pavement. I looked at my knee and blood was gushing out. I screamed for help. Looking around for Marie and Aren, I soon realized that they were in front of me, laughing. Calling me a "Baby".
'They must have tripped me' I thought.
I looked back at my knee. The blood flow was way heavier now. My leg was covered in blood. Black dots dancing in my vision. Looking back at Marie and Aren, they were walking to the swings, acting like I wasn't even hurt. I blacked out.
I gasped, shooting up from my bed. I was sweating and tears threatened to spill from my terrified green eyes. My music played softly in the background.
'It's just a dream, it's just a dream, it's just a dream. Nothing happened. You're fine. It's just a dream.'
I chanted in my head, trying to calm myself down. I reached around my bed, trying to find my phone. Finding it, I turned it on, squinting at the brightness. The screen read:
2:26am
Sunday March 13Knowing that I couldn't stay up because of school, I fell asleep, hoping for a peaceful rest.
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||241 words||Hey guys!! It's Maddz again. I know I'm the worst when it comes to updating books but my friend allexzx kept nagging me to try again.
~Maddz
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Me, Myself and I
General FictionThe life of 13 year-old Pj Clark and her experience with friends, foes and drama all over.