The words I wrote weeks ago still burned in my throat. I still remembered every detail in it, and I shutter as I think about it. I am a author writing in pen, so unfortunately I can’t erase my mistakes. That quote is very describable in the situation I am in currently. I should of never sent it in the first place, nor should have I sent the second one. Every time I think of those two dreadful, miserable days, I get goosebumps and I shiver as I think of those bad memories, that only happened two weeks ago. I have gotten my self buried in lies and cries, while using my own shovel. Today was okay, was not my greatest. The strangest thing happened, MBB called my name and was saying things during lunch. Of course it was too loud. With Blah right by his side, I couldn’t make out what they were saying. So I just turned around; but still, I couldn’t stop thinking about what they were attempting to tell me. I was curious and got goosebumps thinking of that one note. At band things were neutral, Blah glanced back at me every now and then. He just has to sit right in front of me. During PE I over heard him say "Kressie still-," but I couldn’t make out the rest because it was extremely talkativethat day. I can’t stop thinking of it. I really want to know what’s been going on. Ever since that one day after state tests and I asked him out… my world has gone down hill, I am still uttering in shock. The experience taught me many things: never trust your friends.
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