Revenge.

Good times.

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I lay down in my bed as I sighed loudly. I feel sorry for John actually.. I never thought there was a story behind it.. I thought he just bashed me because I was ugly. But hey, why does he have to bash me? From all people, it had to be me. It may be because I had a low self-esteem. I didn’t stick up for myself, I was scared too. I was scared to take action. I was scared to tell someone. I was scared. I just bottled everything inside myself, and I let it out at home. Crying. I was used to crying. I cry so easily. Thinking about crying.. I just remembered the TV series 'Dance Academy'. Yes, I’m old.. But, I used to watch it with my cousin back in Melbourne.. And I still watch it. You are never too old. I had literally cried my eyes out. Sammy had died. My favourite character had died. I just burst out into tears. It was so bad. I then after had a tantrum. Why Sammy? Why him? From everyone him. I groaned in frustration as I sat up.

"How can they do that too him?" I spoke a-loud.

I speak to myself.

Sad isn’t it? Well.. I’m lonely. Forevz alone.

I then got up, a hint of motivation came into my body. I walked over to the bathroom as I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair looked like a bush. Literally a bush. I grabbed a hair brush and tried to brush out the knots and the tangles. I then hopped in the shower.

I lay down on my cream coloured couch as I turned the tele on. I was actually getting really hungry. I rushed over to my fridge as I slipped on the floor.

“Fuuuuu-“ I cursed as I held tight onto my ankle.

“Ow, ow, ow…” I breathed. The tears were making their way to my cheeks.

I held back the tears.

I was actually very used to this pain. I used to feel this.. Very often. Nearly every day! I then thought about John again. John was really, really attractive. I wasn’t expecting him to turn out like that. I honestly didn’t think that. I would rate him a 11/10.

.. Wait.. Why am I thinking about him when I’m on the freaking floor, in pain?

I whimpered as I got up. As I slowly went over to the fridge. Cursing as I did so. I opened it and grabbed eggs. I then slowly walked to the pans. Grabbing a pan.

I was making scrambled eggs. I turned the stove on and cracked my eggs. I was distracted as my phone rang. I tried to dash to my room quickly.

I got to my room in like 2 hours, and checked who had rang me.

Emmanuel.

I rang him back and waited him to pick up.

“Hello?” I asked as I waited for a reply.

“Hey Brianna!” He replied.

“What’s up?” I asked as I put my arm on my hip.

“I was going to ask you if I could come to your place today.. If you aren’t doing anything.” He stuttered.

He is so cute.

“Yeh, you can come. Anytime!” I replied as I smiled to myself.

“Okay.. I’ll come soon! See you!” He replied.

“Bye Emmanuel!” I mumbled as I closed the phone.

I sighed loudly to myself. I opened my cupboard, then stopped short.

THE EGGS.

I bolted over to the pan to see black. Black eggs. It smelt horrible.

“TODAY just isn’t my DAY!” I cursed as I threw the eggs out. I threw the pan in the sink and walked towards the balcony. I opened the slide door and walked back into my room.