before we begin, i read over the "preview" and decided to go in a kind of different direction. i don't know what the hell i was thinking lmao. if you see three sets of emojis for example:
🌅🌅🌅 (sun rising, morning)
☀️☀️☀️ (afternoon)
🌄🌄🌄 (sun setting)
🌙🌙🌙 (nighttime)
that's the time of day, i'll also use it as a time jump too in some situations. anyways, i hope y'all enjoy 💗💗🌙 🌙 🌙
September 8th, 2019
deanna.
Tomorrow is my first day of senior year, also known as my last first day of school. I don't know about you or anyone else but, I'm actually nervous. After June 23 it'll be the official start of my life. There won't be any hand holding through the valleys of life anymore, I'll be an actual adult. I mean yeah once you turn 18 you're an adult but after high school it's a whole new ball game.
Rolling over to my bedside table, I made sure that my phone was charging and that my alarm was set with my ringer on and volume loud as ever. I have my moments where my ringer is on and I'll be confused as to why I didn't hear my alarm. 9 times outta 10 it's because my volume was low or completely off. 1 time outta 10 it's because I set it to PM instead of AM. It happened at least 48 times last year. I locked my phone and went back into the comfortable position I was in, and closed my eyes. Isn't it weird how we have to imagine ourselves sleep to actually go to sleep? Like we just lay there, eyes shut, for 20 minutes (if you're lucky) and boom, you're officially in knocked out city for about 8 hours (if you're lucky).
Maybe it's my nerves about tomorrow but I'm not tired anymore. Blowing out air, I rolled back over to my bedside table and checked the time. 10:37. I would continue watching My Hero Academia but I know I'd somehow fall asleep in the middle of it and the whole series will continue without me. It's happened numerous times. There's really nothing for me to do. I already have my outfit ready for tomorrow, my wig is detangled and ready for tomorrow, and my bag is ready for tomorrow. I'm not about to sit here bored waiting for sleep to knock me over the head. Reaching over to my fairy lights, I turned them on and grabbed my song book and pen out of one of the drawers on the bedside table. Time for me to do what I do best.Threw away your love letters
I thought it'd made me feel better
I finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head, oohI read over the words to see if I liked them and how they were placed. I nodded to myself and kept writing.
I'm sending you one text at a time
I know you're by your phone
So boy pick up your line
And I ain't too proud to beg
So what's been said has been saidNodding my head once again, I sang the two stanzas and tried to find the right flow.
And I need you to know
You don't know what love is
And I need you to know, you don't know
And you don't know what love is
If you don't put up a fight
You don't know what love is
If you don't stay up all night, crying
You don't know what love is
If you're too good to call a billion times
And you say you know what love is
But I swear you never seen it in your life, ooh
I swear you never seen it in your life
I swear you never seen it in your lifeI sang it all together and smiled at the outcome. Now all I need is a beat, I just have to play around with my guitar or my beat maker later on.
🌅 🌅 🌅
7:16 am
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