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SS: I did it...

#OnTheVergeOfCryingAndScreamingAtTheSameTime
I hate gym. I just finished health. We watched a video about drugs and what it could do to you. And this one woman is explaining an experience that drugs gave her. I started shaking, then I started to take deep breaths in And out. Failing, I slammed my hands over my ears, tears falling down my cheeks. I wanted to leave.
Welcome to school :) XD
Anyways! I'm better. Maybe. Just no one touch me for a while. Okie, today's story...todays story...enough depression for a day...hmm...What about a story about.... graduation? since that's all my fucking school talks about -.-
If you have any ideas for me to writr about, comment here, or dm me. Credit is available! Just dm and I'll credit you! Xoxo^^
P.S: It's 11:11 PM make a wish! I did :)
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I sat in the seat, taking a deep breath. I watched as students dressed in blue stood up and walked up to the stage, proudness coloring their eyes. I sat in the back, doubt filling inside me.
Last thing I knew, I had a 3.5 GPA. But that was a months ago. To take extra credit, I did an essay. I took it in, but I don't know if I passed.
I was currently in the back, my outfit on, pants and a tight burgundy loose shirt that exposed my cleavage slightly.
I've been sitting in this chair for 32 minutes, and a part of me really wants to leave. But the other part of me is waiting because I know there might be a slight chance.
I looked up, listening to the names.
"Calvin Goathels."
I watched as my familiar blond friend stood up and received his diploma, and I couldn't help but stand and clap before sitting down.
"Daniel Kyre..."
Silence took over and I looked at the ground. I miss Daniel Kyre...and he will always be in our memories.
Standing up, I take my fingers to my lips before raising them in the sky, many following my action. We all began to clap as his brother walked up and took his diploma, shaking his hand slightly before watching the heartbroken brother walk away.
I'm sorry Daniel.
I resume to slouching in my chair, my foot tapping on the gymnasium floor. I sigh, raking my hand through my hair.
"Ellie Hoffman."
I blinked suddenly, my heart running to my throat. I stood up, walking to the stage and grabbing my diploma.
"You made it by thiiiss much." My teacher lifted his fingers slightly before dropping them. "Congratulations Miss. Hoffman."
I shook his hand, tears entering my eyes. "Th-th-thank you so much Sir. Thank you so much."
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When I wrote before the story "it's 11:11" it reminded me of something...I actually believe in the 11:11. I made a wish today...and not even an hour later, it become true. I'm not joking. I would write down what happened, but 1, the person I wished on reads these. (hi) and 2, the wish won't stay true.
Anywho. I just finished watching The Conjuring. Ugh. I'm in my mom's room, on the floor. Right next to the bed. And I'm like, "don't look under the bed. dont look under the bed. don't look under the bed."
Why am I in my mum's room?
My room is torn apart. Since we are moving and shit, everything is going in storage. My bed is torn apart, my dresser are gone. I can't even find my fucking clothes. this is fucking stupid. If I go to school tomorrow in my fucking PJs someone is gonna be fucking bitch slapped.
*let's out an angry breath*
Love y'all! Imma go update GC. maybe 5 more chapters or so? till the next book? Or 3? Idk. Short book.
Xoxo.^^
~B.L
P.S: The NoDabNoSwearing challenge...I accepted. :)