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Post: 42698575_181 created on Sun Aug 30, 2009 3:48 pmPosted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 3:48 pm
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 Dakota Lillian Simmons xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx lovexxisxxpatient,xxlovexxisxxkind. Itxxdoesxxnotxxenvy,xxitxxdoesxxnotxxboast,xxit xxisxxnotxxproud. Itxxisxxnotxx rude,xxitxxisxxnotxxself-seeking,xxitxxisxxnotxxeasilyxxangered, xxitxx keepsxxnoxxrecordxx ofxxwrongs. Lovexxdoesxxnotxxdelightxxinxxevil,xxbutxxrejoicesxxwithxxthexxtruth. Itxxalwaysxxprotects,xxalwaysxxtrusts,xxalwaysxxhopes,xxalwaysxxperseveres. Lovexxneverxxfails.xx 1xxCorinthiansxx13:4 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The next thing I knew, I saw Caleb in front of me. It looked as if he were scrutinizing what I was wearing. "What?" His expressions were really starting to get weird, when all of a sudden I notice his hands grab on my sweater. I had no clue what he was doing, but I wasn't expecting him to rip my sweater. The sweater my uncle Thomas gave me last Christmas, was practically cut in half. Looking down at his handiwork, I noticed that the black and dark gray sweater, resembled a cardigan or some sort? It was long, but comfortable. Luckily, I wore a tank top underneath. I wouldn't want people seeing me with nothing but a ripped sweater on. Just thinking about the consequences, made me shudder. Honestly, I didn't really even know what to say, but I knew that there was no way I was going to wear this sweater again. I wouldn't want my dad getting mad at me, yet again I hardly ruin my clothes. Maybe, I"m just thinking too hard again. Stupid babbling habits. Licking my lips, I noticed Caleb walking. I didn't want to say anything like "Hey," or "Wait up," for if that girl was here, she would probably make things worse. Much worse. She was another one of the problems I couldn't face. Let's just hope I don't see her tonight, for if she did--then I'm dead meat. She'll probably start off by making fun of me. Then, she'll make me fall flat on my face. After that, she'll make sure I have a horrible time at this place, and end up making my life miserable until I graduate at the end of this year. Luckily, graduation isn't far away. It's only four months away. Quite honestly, I don't really know what I want to do. I've thought of becoming a teacher once or twice, but now I'm not so sure. For you see, I'm not sure how long I have to live. Surprised, huh? I'll spare you the details though, since I'm not really in the mood to think, or even talk, about my illness at the moment. But, don't worry. It's nothing serious. I guarantee you, it's not terminal. For some reason, the walk from his car seemed extremely long. Though, the house was maybe a few feet away. Ten at tops. Feeling that uneasiness crash over me, I decided to take a deep breath. That was when I smelled it. It was like a mixture of smoke and beer. Suddenly, my stomach did the whole "flip-flop," kind of thing. I think I'm going to be sick. Which, is why I decided to breath through my mouth for the remainder of the night. Just until, I get some fresh air again, but looking inside the house, made me realize that I probably won't be able to. Compared to my house, this house was at least three times bigger. It was amazing with a beautiful staircase, grand hallway--which seems to be occupied by tons of other high schools, who were dancing--, and it had a nice living room. The furniture was a bit...interesting? With yellow spots all over it. Following Caleb inside, I noticed some underclassmen standing at the door. Freshmen? What ever grade they were in, they were drunk. "Hey, girlie." Staring at the guy, I noticed that he couldn't even stand straight. Watching him come over to me, some of his drink ended up on the senior on the left. The next thing I knew, I was watching the two literary punch the living daylights out of each other. With the loud music, I didn't exactly hear what Caleb told me. Though, I watched him blend into the crowd. I wanted to ask him why he was leaving, but I think he said that he would be back. Turning my back against the fight, I decided to make my way through the house. I needed to find a bathroom. Pushing my way through the crowd, that was when I bumped into her. The same girl who tripped me this morning. The same girl who dumped my back in the trash. Her. Instantly, I ran further through the crowd. I wasn't that tall, so I hope she didn't manage to recognize me. Finally, I some how made my way out of the hallway and into the kitchen. It was pretty empty, though some couples were practically sucking each other's faces. Rolling my eyes, I realized that I needed to figure out where I was heading to. I could either go straight and back into that crowded hallway, or right, where things seemed a bit calmer. With a shrug, I headed right. I would later come to regret that situation, for I came face to face with her--again. "Oh, I thought I recognized you." Just hearing her voice, intimidated me. The next thing I knew she was in my face. "What the hell are you doing here?" Breathing in the alcohol and smoke, made my stomach feel even worse than it did before. "Aren't you going to say anything?" She asked, with the cup of beer in her hand. Looking behind her, I noticed that her friend seemed to be enjoying what she was doing. Great. I was trapped. I had no where else to go. I could run around and head the other direction, but I was pretty sure that she was going to pull me right back in front of her. "Hello? Are you deaf?" Staring directly at my feet, I continued to ignore her comments. "Alright, fine then." Looking up, I noticed she was pulling up her sleeves. Dropping her drink straight to the floor, it splattered all over my jeans and my shoes. The next thing I knew, she pulled my hair out of the ponytail. "Whoa, dude. There's another fight happening!" Sucking in my tears, I continued to stand there as she circled around me. She criticized my outfit. My personality. The way I dress. "Daddy's not going to help you now. Anyways, we all know your dad is a shithead for believing in God." And, my father. Taking a deep breath, all that uneasiness was gone, as I felt irritated with this girl. Lifting my hand up, I steeped in front of her, and slapped her hard across the face. "You can mess with me, how I dress, and my religion...But don't mess with my father." Noticing how red her cheek looked, I was satisfied with how everything went. "WHY YOU B**CH!?" And, the next thing I knew, she was pulling my hair. |
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