Out Of The Woods [H.s]

Olive ~ Ch.3

 The only note i've got is that I appoligize if there are any grammer errors i will try to fix them because I legit suck balls at spelling. And yeah...

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 Olive~

I ran home with a forced smile plastered on my face. My grandmother had alway's told me that if your feeling bad, then try to smile it out, until your away from the public, then when your home walk towards your mirror and laugh while making silly faces, then you'll start to find yourself genuinely laughing.

It worked for me everytime I tried it. And that's what I was gonna attempt. I had also remember, though very faintly when I was 5 when I found her at her bottom bunk in the homeless shelter and this man was being very mean to her about the food, and all my grandma did was smile up at him and told him very weakly "I'm sorry dear, you can have my food next time don't worry"  and all the man did was nodd and smile at her.

And then she turned towards me motioning me towards her lap, I hopped on her lap and she whispered in my ear, saying "Don't treat people badly when they are being a meanie okay? because they are just having a bad day"  and I beleived her completely and that is why I didn't blow up at him for being really mean. (Most of the time.) but I really didn't want him to feel even more bad which added to the list of things that got on his last nerve.

My grandma also told me that I should also dress more nicely which I didn't really take into consideration but I realized that I had promised her I would before she died. Shit, when I arrived home I was soaked but I still had the same huge forced smile on, and I kept it until I got to my room. 

I walked up to the corner of my room, where my my mirror was positioned. I started laughing weirdly making all kinds of silly faces which I then started to find amusing and found myself laughing hysterically.

I just hoped that Gabe or my mom wouldn't walk in on me laughing. . .  at myself. But after that I had felt so much more better. I walked over towards my book shelf and scanned the book titles and most of the top row were classic books and on the bottom there were biographies and non-fiction books that I read often. Which might sound really boring to you but I just find them so interesting.

One time when I was 4 I read the dictionary. My mother found me on my bed at our apartment (when we weren't kicked out.) and I was reading out loud because I had trouble reading to myself and my mom was surprised at the sight of me reading something that isn't even in my level of reading. Which wasn't even hard to read, though I did have some trouble reciting some words. But at least I understood them.

When I arrived to england at the age of 12 I had a higher reading level than most adults. But I didn't really care. All I benefited from it was the fact that I got to read amazing books. Like 'The Phantom Of The Opera' which I enjoyed. Though I bet that your curious to know what exactly happened, and I can't really bring myself into thinking about it again because if I do, there's a chance that I could turn 'bad' again.

I ding! sound erupted from my phone as I walked towards it and find a text message from Puja, one of my friends who keeps on telling everyone she meets that she is not a terrorist. Which is true, and seemed to make everyone laugh. 

I read the text and it read 'Hey, I'm bored and I'm also mad because my brother is monopolizing the bathroom. and I'm bored and I want to meet with you at the cafe downtown and i'm bored so meet me there in 15 minutes! p.s Did I mention that i'm bored?'  I re-read the text and smiled, Puja always finds ways to make my day.

I put on a knit gray cardigan and paired it with a white T-shirt and blue jeans that are slightly ripped and burgundy boots (All from my dad's work.) And walked out. I borrowed my mom's car and drove my way down town to the cafe that we alway's go to when we feel like drinking coffe.