I sat in my bedroom doing a bit of last minute studying. Although the dreaded yet rather paramount factor to college was fast approaching, I wasn't at all paranoid. Despite my time-consuming relationship, I did manage to study . . . . . . a little. It would be practical to think that since the S.A.T's were in less than two weeks, with finals preceding them, that I would be in absolute dismay; but this time, I along with my mint green and grey sheets emulated happiness. Coincidentally, my television was playing "O' Happy Day." Almost able to place my head beneath a guillotine, I was positive that everyone else at Munroe High were enjoying their day off on a voluntary death sentence at the beach, while I was glued to my bed with a thick book of knowledge in hand.
"You hungry?" My sister peeked her head into my room.
"No, I'm good." I replied. She stood at the door staring, before she came in closing the door behind her curvaceous body.
"There's been a change in you," She breathed out.
"No there hasn't." I turned towards her, scrunching up my face as tight as possible.
"Yes, you've been so busy and happy lately." She seemed puzzled.
She came towards my bed, sitting on the edge of it, twisting her body so we were face to face. Her make-up was done so elegantly but effortlessly. Her thick brown eyebrows were arched ensuring not to meet the ends of her cat-eye that made her brown eyes pop.
"And that's a bad thing?" I asked her, slightly jerking my head backwards.
"I mean . . . y-you just haven't been yourself?" She stammered.
"Because I'm happy doesn't make me not myself." I furrowed. I somehow knew she was referring to Landon.
"Look sis, I love you and see your concern, but things with Landon and life are great, so I'm fine." I smiled lightly, hoping me lying would make it true.
"Be careful you're new at this!" She said after staring at me for awhile.
"All the more reason to take a chance." I smiled at her.
She stood by my bedroom door with one hand on the knob but her gaze towards me.
"Oh, he even made you color outside the lines." She said proceeding out the door.
"And messy too." I joked.
"Oh no not messy!" We laughed as she headed downstairs.
With the sisterly joke still pondering on my mind, I returned to studying. My mind came to wonder off to what had been troubling it, "Why didn't he answer my message?" It was a heavy brick on my chest but not on my mind today. It was now after two days of being outraged at him for making me feel these emotions and he wouldn't reciprocate that I wanted to rip his skin to threads, and claw him with my long fingernails. Unfortunately yet luckily, I hadn't the opportunity. I didn't want to further embarrass myself by calling him, so I built up my pride.
One single joke made my mind circle around Landon, and it was hard to concentrate. How can one go from being stone cold, to sweet and back again? He's an ass for making me feel this way. He asks me out and teases me, then says he likes me. We get into a relationship and he's being this prince charming, yet still he won't take my heart when I offer it. Was he drunk when he saw it? Was his phone stolen? I doubt both of those because he barely drinks and he would make a thief look like they were the one who was robbed. He's just that strong, and its so sexy. I hate him so much!
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Precaution
Jugendliteratur"I don't want to go anywhere, I have things to do!" "Life isn't always about fun and games you know. You have to think about the future!" I said. "Okay you're right. But think about this, why are we given life if we weren't supposed to...
