stars dwelled in us

Chapter 5

I shoved out my current read from my locker, sad girls by lang leav. A hell of an emotional rollercoaster ride that this book have the power to bring. I've never came across a book that has able to bring me to tears. I've also never came across a book that i was so indulge with. Incredibly warm yet sentimental affliction it can bring to my coy and oblivious soul. Too much emotions and torment to bear while reading this masterpiece but it sure knows how to tug your heartstrings like how fingers can travel through a harp tenderly. This book teaches me that we, sad girls have a choice or a decision in life and struck by misfortune, we can't see the future but the best we can do is to predict our happenings. the lesson is to take the risk. Follow your heart. Our days is like an exact metaphor of a cup of water filled to the very brim. Grief, despondency, melancholy, disappointment, contempt, regrets, misery and sorrow happened to be the water that was occupying the cup. We are just hoping that one day someone will come and empty the cup. This book is a meaningful and justifiable to read in one sitting. I've truly enjoyed reading this book to my heart's content.

I strutted towards my first class that was written on my timetable. English. My english teacher, Ms Levis was on leave so Mr Richard took her place for today. Mr Richcard mentioned about a project that needs to be done to improve our overall scores and reached out for a paper that listed the entire class name's and read aloud our partners' names. Our project is to write an essay regarding the local news. I ended up with someone called 'Sprouse'. I was clearly baffled as i certainly know that no one is named 'Sprouse' in the class i was sitting in. I evidently made my way to the teacher's desk. "Mr Richard, i think that there may be a problem, there is no one named Sprouse in this cla-," Someone bold came walking into the classroom. I tilted my head to see who i supposed had caught everyone's attention. It was Carter.

"I'm afraid Ms Rowland but this i suppose is your current partner, Carter Daniel Sprouse," I turned my head back to face my teacher in the eye with astonishment and frustration overwhelming but he looked away. "Excuse me for being tardy Ms Rowland," Carter chortled. I wanted to hit him with a wheelchair. "Mr Richard, i insist on not having him as my partner. Can't you see? I can't cooperate with someone who is bound to bring my grades down promptly," I was out of breath and Mr Richard cut in, "Sorry but i bewailingly couldn't," I couldn't help but sigh out of despair.

"You're such a handful. Please be conscientious while you can. I'm trying to focus here but it seems like you couldn't be bothered," I snarled at him.

"That's right Ms Rowland, i couldn't be bothered," He replied sarcastically.

As i looked up to give Carter a death stare, i notice the entire class' heads and eyes were fixated on Klarissa. She sashayed passed our narrow corridor pompously. It was the mundane routine to admire Klarissa once she makes her presence.

"Abhorrent," I muttered under my breath. Both directing towards Carter and Klarissa. Soon after, i delibrately heard a slight sigh coming from Carter, which i chose to ignore.

The last bell of the day rang indicating that it was the end of school. I slung my backpack over my right shoulder and per usual, a book lying on my left arm and ambled to my locker. I was humming to Elvis presley's are you lonesome tonight on my way to my locker and as i opened it, a note fell out. 'See me later at the outside of school after school ends -C', I rolled my eyes. As i made my way out of school, Carter was leaning against a frail tree. I turned my direction to avoid him to but he caught up to me.

"Thanks for avoiding me, but you can't escape," He smirked. I tried to pull away from his grasp but dolorously couldn't.

"I won't let you," He assured.

"You can't make me," I provoked.

"Please, yo-,"

"You meant please leave me alone?" I sneered.

He took possession of my books that were on my left hand. He rolled up the sleeves of my sweater and an 'disgusted' expression form on his face.

"Look at your arm!" He exclaimed. I looked down and a warm red spot flushed entirely all over my arm.

"Why do you to care anyways?"

"You are not taking care of yourself! And i care," He grabbed my bag and lead the way. It was nice for once, someone cared for me substantially.
A new warm feeling aroused. My heart fluttered uncontrollably.