I have so much homework in Science. My teacher is getting married and I thought people who were about to get married are supposed to be happy and cheerful and all that, not giving this much homework. Anyway, this is short, just a filler.
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Chapter 32
A pair of arms went around pull me into their owner's laps. A boy, obviously, no girl would do this. My silent tears blur my eyesight, but it didn't matter: the room was too dark for me to see anything anyway. A hand caresses the small of my back as he whisper
" it's ok, everything will be fine." I force myself to believe him, that everything will be ok. 'But how can that be' a small part of me whisper in the back of my mind. I felt Meah swish it ruthlessly and smile.
- thank you.
-- it's ok, and he's right. Everything will be fine.
Yes, they will, I mean, why shouldn't they be? If I just sit and cry here, it will be just exactly what 'he' want me to do. I wouldn't give 'him' that satisfaction. No, I won't go down without a fight. I blink away my tears, the last tears I will spend on him, I promise to myself. I put my palm to my face to wipe away the tears, but stop. Dang it, I'm wearing makeup. I probably have black lines running from my eyes to my chin by now. I stood up to walk to the bathroom to fix myself. wait, why would I go to the bathroom when I have a room a couple corners away? Man, I am slow.
" Where are you going?" the boy who let me cry on him ask. He have a familiar voice.
" oh, I forgot you were there. I'm going to my room. Sorry for ruining your shirt and thanks for comforting me." I said.
" Are you ok? One second you're crying, another you're going to your room sounding almost cheerful?" He said, making cheerful sound like a question. How can I not be cheerful? I just decided not to cry over someone anymore.
" I'm fine, everything's fine." I repeated him.
" oookkkkk," he drawl the ok out hesitantly," do you want me to walk you to your room?" he probably thinks that I'm crazy and that I'll pass out or something."Just to make sure that your ok ," Yep, I was right.
" sure" I said, walking back to the door and blink rapidly, trying to get used to the bright light as it hit my eyes. When I can see again, I turn to see Sam standing behind me in the place the boy should be. Huh, he must have follow me. I start to walk to my room.
" do you want to talk about it?" Sam said hesitantly as if afraid I would burst.
" It's a thing in the past, I'm going to forget it now like I should be. The outburst was unexpected, it's like a balloon you, my feeling.It's cooped and every time something happen it expend a little. What with all the stress and the suprises my life gave me, one more tiny thing made it explode." I told him. We were at my room by now. I step in and walk to the bathroom to clean up. I was suprised to see myself normal, a little bit happy, but no smudges or anything, not even a red puffy eyes since I guess it's covered by my lashes and something else. I guess Candise used those water-proof makeup. I have nothing to clean up, even my hair look like it's meant that wild.
I walk out of the bathroom to see Sam sitting on my bed. I wanted to get rid of the dress and makeup, kick Sam out, curl up in a ball and sleep, but I had promised myself not to let 'him' affect me anymore. Well, I promised not to cry over him anymore, but still, it's practical the same thing. So I grab Sam's arm and drag him back to the ball. He protested, saying that I should go to sleep, but I just ignore him until he was done complaining. By that time, we were back at the ball. I head to a table where there were food that my parents were sitting. I eat a lot, ignoring the stares I got and occasionally answer to my parents. Sam ate some food, but went on dancing with some girl. Whatever. When I was done eating, Candise said we should dance, and we did. People gave us room, not because we were good, but because any sane person would stay away from us unless they want to be hospitalize by our swinging arms an legs. And like that, I spent the rest of my nights, happy to be over the boy that broke my heart.
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