My GAY Crush~[ON HOLD]

27

•Chapter 27- AWAKE•

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Sophie's POV:

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I slowly opened my eyes. Wh-where am I? White light invaded my vision. I saw a someone standing in front of me, wearing white garment. Wait.. Is this heaven?!

"Oh, father God, is that you? Ho-how did I.. die? I have no memory of anything.. Oh, have I come in your presence because of Brad's deadly tickling? Oh father, my vision is certainly unclear! Do you have heavenly glasses? You are God so you might know what my grade is? Shall you bring those glasses to me because I might suddenly faint!" I begged. God stared at me with wide eyes.

"G-God?" I looked at God in confusion. Does he want me to faint in heaven? Wait is that even possible? "I-I need my glasses now?"

"Mrs. West.. you are in the school's clinic." God replied. Is God female?! Then why is His voice so feminine like...

"Yes, I understand that you have to disguise your kingdom as my school's clinic. But when are my glasses coming up seriously? My migrane is getting worse God!"

"Ah, I'm afraid they are--"

"OH NOOOOO! FEMININE GOD! Am I going to hell? Is this my punishment? To suffer of migrane? LORD GOD FORGIVE ME FOR ALL THE BAD THINGS I HAVE DONE LOORD!" I begged. I got to my knees and did the formal bow.

[A/N: the formal bow is kneeling down and putting your head on the floor.]

I bowed and looked to God's feet. Wait sketchers? God wears sketchers?

"OMG GOD WE HAVE THE SAME SHOES!" I stood up and took a closer look at God.

Omg that is not God.

FREAK NUGGETS.

"Mrs. Diego!" my eyes widened at the school nurse.

"Ahaha, God." she shook her head. "Wear your 'heavenly glasses.' Brad gave them to me awhile ago. And drink this medicine. It's a pain killer for that migrane you have. Sheesh." she gave me one last look and walked away.

"Oh man, she thinks I'm a pshyco." I wispered to myself. I wore my glasses and gave a quick glance at the clock. "Oh, seven thirty."

WAIT. I looked again. SEVEN FREAKING THIRTY! IT WAS SEVEN FREAKING THIRTY PM? SEVEN FREAKING THIRTY AT NIGHT! IT REALLY WAS SEVEN FREAKING THI--

"Princeess~"

Oh. That voice.

"I'm n-not a princess." I sighed. I didn't look at him. He broke my heart and there's nothing he can do about it. "Go away." I commanded. Seriously! How can Danny face me like that like nothing bad happened? He acts as if he just met me. I wiped my tears.