I was right, but it was longer than long, and it's still going on! Its tedious and annoying. Dakota would try to get close to me, but I would always move away.
For four magical reasons:
One) He's so hot! It would make any normal girl nervous.
Two) Those... Those... Those shocks! They feel weird and I like them, but I'm afraid I'm going to get addicted.
Three) He's a bad boy with a short temper, and I'm afraid of what will happen if I do something wrong, which I most likely will do.
Four) I'm afraid. So afraid. Afraid that I'll get close, and tell him my secrets and he'll just laugh. I'm afraid of him because of my own secrets.He was kinda annoying with the 'gotta be close to you' act. "Could you stop! My chair was where your chair is five minutes ago. You know what that means?" He opens his mouth to reply, but with my super speedy mouth I cut him off, "That means you're too close; ever heard off a space cube?" He furrows his eyebrows, "Droplet, I thought it was space bubble? And I like to be close to you." He said in a deep, masculine voice. Internally melting.
Now it was my turn to be confused, "Droplet? What the fudge in hell? I'm a human, not water. Also I'm special so I get a cube. And weird. And crazy. Ok maybe I'm not special but hey, who cares." I end my ramble with that. I blink realizing I ended with looking into his dark mysterious eyes.
Ok, let's go look away now. I forced myself to look away; it's just they were so mesmerizing. "Hey, don't say that again. You are so special, you just don't understand why yet." I raised my eyebrows in disbelief, "You're joking right? Special? Me? No. If anything I'm useless."
The you-can-go-to-the-other-SSP bell rang, and I ran out of there with flash like speed. I looked behind me, and he looked down in the dumps. His smile turned down, and his eyes were almost lighter than before. Weird.
That got really awkward. Why does the thought of me disappointing him make me feel empty? I mean I feel empty usually anyway, but this makes me feel a different empty, you know? Nah. You probably don't know.
I wandered through the hallways, trying to get over that look. That sad, miserable face. Ugh! Why do I have to let other people's emotions get to me! Not fair, God! Not fair.
As I silently cursed out God; I realized that I was late to get to the house. Shitzle Fudges! I bolted out of the school, and ran through the woods to get to our secluded house.
Why it's secluded, don't ask me. I think it's for when they beat me nobody will hear me, and report them. I don't mind though; I love the woods. The smell, the sounds, the feel is soothing. I love how it changes between morning to evening. From light and energetic; to mellow and calm. So many covers, so many different out takes. You could always just see the rim, yet never really see its secrets. Kinda like me, really.
Four minutes! I'm late by four minutes! Oh screw my life. I'm not going to get out of this peacefully, I know it.
As I reach the doorknob; the heavy wooden door flings open smacking my in the forehead. "You're late, cow! Get in here right now!" Demon Pauline screeches, and slams the door when I'm inside. I cower into the house, scared of what will happen. "Where were you! Hanging out with friends? Oh, I forgot. You couldn't get a friend even if you paid them." She laughs like its the funniest thing ever.
I wasn't here, that's for sure. And what do you call Poppy, witch? I thought to myself. "You know what; no food for two days! Go to your room, and out of my face!" She screeches.
I walked up to my 'room'. If you could even call it that. My 'room' I slightly larger than a closet, with a ratty sleeping bag in the corner. Oh, and you mustn't forget about my lovely wall decorations. Blood. Yes, blood, but to be more exact... my blood. My blood from all their beatings that got splattered on the wall. You know how some girls have their favorite boy band or cute kittens? I didn't get that privilege. Blood stains is all the rage in Psychoville, right?
With that wonderful thought in my head; I laid down on my 'bed', and fell asleep with my stomach eating my insides from hunger.
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