Here is chapter twelve and it might suck a lot since I am currently supposed to be asleep and I will be in huge trouble if my parent's see I'm awake.
I am typing like a robot. Not stopping once, so there will be a lot of mistakes, but I'm sure you'll be able to understand what I'm writing.
A recent study at Cambridge University shows that it doesn't matter in which order the letters are in, as long as the first and last letters are in the correct places, the human mind can comprehend it.
I will shut up and post this so I can get to sleep and you won't have to deal with my annoyingness.
Oh and:
SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO iSAMMY FOR BEING THE MOST ACTIVE AND ENTHUSIASTIC PERSON IN MY CONTEST.
SHE WILL BE A MAIN CHARACTER IN THIS STORY, SO LOOK OUT FOR HER IN THIS CHAPTER!!!! OR THE NEXT I DON'T KNOW!!!
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Chapter 12: It's in the past now
"OH AND THERE WAS A FARMER HAD A DOG AND BINGO WAS HIS NAME-O. B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O AND BINGO WAS HIS NAME-O THERE WAS A FARMER HAD A DOG AND- OWWW!!!!" Kyle's annoying little singing was cut off by the impact of Rose's feet right in his strawberries, if you know what I mean.
Thank you inner Lexi, now I will never eat strawberries again without that horrifying image in my mind.
Blakh.
"Bingo was his name-o" Kyle rasped out in pain from his position on the dirty marble floors, holding his ahem strawberries.
I just stared at him and after a thoughtful moment, took a bite of my burrito and chewed all the while watching Kyle on the floor, groan in pain, rolling around.
He would look good with some pie the thought randomly entered into my train of thoughts and I grinned evily. Hehe.
I dug through my school bag, knowing that expired pie would be in here somewhere.
Pretty soon I started to throw around the things in my bag, absolutely frustrated now. A low growl formed itself into my throat. Where the hell is the pie! Damn it!
I mean just when you needed something the most, it always walked out on you, because it had better things to do and just wanted an excuse to let you go. And just walk around in my face, acting like nothing happened! I mean, how the hell could he do that!
My thoughts spiraled out of control, as I tried to manage myself to and calm the hell down. I was so not talking about pie right now. I will not be thinking about him! Oh great! Now I sound like those pathetic girl's in the movies who get all sad and depressed because of a guy leaving them! Well, girls, newsflash! They are so not worth it!
I mean, almost all the happiness I had was always taken away from me, I should have known better than to think it would probably freaking last.
And now I'm a pathetic girl who can't say his name and has to result in saying "him". That's stupid! Aaron Aaron Aaron!
But even though it was mentally, each time his name was spelled out in my mind, a new wave of pain hit me and the mental wounds, would open up, bleeding out my emotions.
The sadness, hurt, and frustration clearly hidden behind the defensive wall in my eyes.
I had to admit, it hurt like hell when he left me like
Woah! I took a deep breath. My thoughts really were out of control.
I refuse to act like all those girls, who act all monotone-ish because of a freaking guy leaving them. The selfish little bitches forget all about the people who actually care about them. No it's all boo hoo hoo he left me, boo hoo hoo I wanna die. Then they become all suicidal. Seriously, get over it whiny little brats. I rolled my eyes, and decided to just keep looking for the pie. Hmm, let's see: chewed out pencil erasers, the danish I was supposed to finish yesterday, gum wrappers, sour patch, a ripped picture of Aaron and I at the damn carnival which I used a sharpie marker to draw a mustache on him hehe, ooh! there's the biology report I was supposed to hand in, but I just said my dog ate it (teachers are so damn gullible, I don't even have a dog teehee), andddddd yes! Here's the pie that's expired!
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