My life is not a fairy tail where boys help a girl pick up their books when they fall, rather in my case the guy would pass me as if nothing happened. My life isn't like Cinderella where I'm running in the rain and I trip and someone catches me, rather in my case the guy would be behind me watching as I fall while eating KFC or McDonalds, not thinking of sacrificing it to come to my rescue, then in the end walk over me like I'm nothing, that just how life is well at least how mine is. Sometimes I just wish life could be different.
Thoughts drowned my head and I got lost in my own world, daydreamed again like I did pretty much 24/7.
I was snapped back to reality as my hand fell from the position it was resting on. I had completely forgotten what was going on, I cleaned the drowl on the corner of my mouth and my eyes darted back and forth taking in the scene. History. Ugh. I don't understand what's so appealing about listening to a teacher yap and yap about the ninteenth century, ancient stuff, blah. I don't especially like school; I see it as prison. A place where teachers trap students in classrooms and force them to learn against their will.
I looked at my watch 12:45 class ended in 15 minutes and school ended by 3:15. Men, this was gonna be a long, long day.
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School had been a drag. The day had gone so slowly, I was glad to be home again. Mrs. Randy wasn't home yet, so the front door was locked. I carefully searched my bagpack, that looked like it was going to tear apart with just one rough handling, and brought out my key.
Once I stepped into the house, the first thing I noticed was that someone had snuck in. It was quite obvious, really. Mr.s Randy, besides being the best cook ever, was a major clean freak and would never EVER leave the house in a mess like this.
Immediately, fear took over me and I could feel my knees turn to jelly. What if he was here? What if he was the one who messed up this place? My mind was filled with 'what ifs' as I stood there in the middle of the Living Room, frozen to the spot. I could feel my pulse increase as the final conclusion came to me. He was here there was no doubt.
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It took me quite a while to clean up everywhere and it was only when I had put all the furnitures in the right position and cleared up everything that I noticed it. I felt myself gulp as I bent down and picked up the letter from the floor.
Should I open it?
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Mystery / Thriller"I'm bleeding." I croaked hoarsely as I put my tender hand on my chest revealing the deep red blood stains. I looked into his soft eyes and a tear rolled down my cheeks falling down like a droplet. He stared at me dumbfounded, searching for the righ...
