"you need to forget me.."
"you don't understand the fact that every little thing you do makes me fall for you.."
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when colby brock starts spiralling out after a break up he focuses his anger and pain out on one specific girl.
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in which venus...
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AS A sudden blaring noise wakes me out of my amazing sleep I tap the clock before throwing my duvet over to the other side and stepping onto the cold wooden floor.
i don't get how people don't like how cold the wooden floor is in the morning. i love it— I think that instead of splashing water on my face to prevent me from falling asleep the floor does that for me.
after getting ready I make my way down to the kitchen. my house is very modern id say. a lot of things are marbled and beige, which I am not complaining because those are probably two of the most amazing combinations.
i never seem to eat in the morning which has always been a problem ever since I was 4 but brandon will come over before we go to school and try to make me eat.
opening the silver fridge door I take out my smoothie that I made the night before. as I close the door my eyes land on a note stuck to the fridge. taking it down the first words are "I'm sorry."
i am working early and i won't be home tonight, order pizza and please be safe. -dad
nice, once again i have the house to myself. sighing I open the trash can and throwing the now crumpled paper in. I know I probably seem like a real bitch but in all honesty, my dad doesn't even seem like my dad anymore. i understood why he acted the way he did when my mother passed but it has now been 11 years and he's still acting like he did on the day when I fully felt true pain.
hearing my door creek open i already know who it is. brandon. like I said he'll come earlier than when I leave to make sure I eat or so he can drive me instead of having me be late—which I may add makes me annoyed because when I'm late I miss my lease favourite class, english.
the only reason I hate that class is because of what the teacher teaches us. i adore the teacher, she's only a few years older than I am and is always there for me to talk too.
she teaches again, cliché things and than we always have to present some type of essay and i always embarrass myself due to the fact that I never know what to write. so thanks ms.noel.
leaning on the counter I watch as brandon dances his way into the kitchen. chuckling i place my smoothie container into the sink before walking up to him and embracing him in a hug.
