BITCHES.

STUPID STUPID BITCHES.
Grrr.

Ha i had a great day. NOT.

So there was drama drama today.
And guess who caused it? The eighth graders.
Surprised? Dont be.
They are so freaking stupid.
They said i said this, and they told all there stupid white trash friends, now they all want to kill me. And i have to be escorted to every class.
Oh my. I hate them so fucking much.
At lunch they were SCREAMING at me over another table. How ridcously imautre.
Hahah i feel really bad for them because they are going to get their disgusting fat asses kicked in high school.
Haha, and i'll be watching. And laughing. :]

Anyway, i had a normal day, untill that happened.
Yep.

Current Tune: The City Is At War by Cobra Starship.
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GUESS WHAT?!
CHAPTER 4!!!!
HECK YESS!
HERE WE GO!
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CHAPTER 4

That night I went back to sleep after talking to my sister about my nightmare, we talked and talked untill i was almost too tired to talk. I finally slept, dreamless. My alarm clock blared loud and made me jump. I grabed my clothes and half-run to the bathroom. I truned on the shower full blast. The water was burning, but I kept wanting it hotter, by the time the hot water ran out, the dial was all the way to the top on hot. I got out and noticed my skin looked like i had a bad sunburn. I wraped my hair in a towl and pulled on my jeans, they were my faveorites, they were bright lime green and fit skinny on the legs. My white t-shirt balnced nicely with my green pants. I slowly blowdried, and straighten my hair. My atteion drifted in and out while i put on my makeup, I was almost compeltley envolped in my own thoughts. All I could think about was if he would talk to me. I wasnt sure. I planned my day if he wasnt. I would try not to think of him, and go on like he never exsited. Like i could do that. I pulled back to reality and packed my stuff away and went to my room. I still had a half-hour untill school started. I didnt want to wait. I just wanted to get there. I couldnt wait for stupid, slow bus to pull up at my house. I decied i would just walk. It wouldnt be that far. I grabbed my bag and shut my door. I walked down the narrow hallway and sneeked passed the living room, I didnt want my sister to see me because she never lets me walk, she's so afriad that im going to get kidnapped. She should know im to tough. I shut the door quietly behind me and stood on the stoop. I closed my eyes and inhaled the sir of the couldy morning. It was foggy and the grasss was damp. I opened my eyes and stared out over the yard. If i was ever going to get to school I would need to go now. I steped off the stoop and started walking down the sidewalk. The high school was 10 blocks away from my house and i hated walking. But i wanted to just get there. My thoughts jumped around in my head, there was so much to think about. I ran back to reality, focasing on the cemente in front of me. I picked up my pace, i looked around at the empty streets. I thought i felt someone behine me, I stoped and slowly turned my head to look behind me, i could only imagine how stupid i would look if there wasnt anyone behind me. To my complete relief there wasnt anyone behind, besides a stray cat. I started walking again. I felt it again, someone was deffantly behind me. I didnt want to stop and look, because that was proably what they wanted. Instead i sped up. i almost ran, but i didnt have that kind of energy that early in the morning.. I had slow down. I didnt really feel somneone really was there anymore, i couldnt her their footfalls. I felt a little safer, now that i couldnt tell if they were there anymore. I kept walking, clucthing my bag to my chest.
"Hey!" Someone yelled from behind me. Before i could think to turn around to see who it was, I fell compleltey forward. I scremed so loud it hurt MY ears. I's tried to run, but ended up with me falling face first to the cemente. I layed there, waiting for my attacker to attack.
"Allison!" The person yelled. I could hear them running to me. I was surprised to hear my name. Okay, so maybe i wasnt going to die. I slowly rolled over to my back. I felt a sharp stabing pain in my neck. I grabbed for my neck, it was wet. I pulled away my hand away to see it was almost completly covered in blood. The person met up with me. He knelt down at the ground next to me. I leaned up against my elbows. I looked away from my bloodly hand to look at his face. There was, the one face i wanted to see. He looked down at me and chuckeled softly.
"What?" My voice was cracked.
"I cant believe you fell, i didnt mean to startel you, i just want to walk wiht you." He smiled.
"Oh." I said laying back on the cold cemente.
"Here, let me help you." He asked reaching for my arm.
"NO!....I mean um, i've got it. Thanks." I replied to his gesture. I sat up and stumbled to get up. There was a tense pain in my ankle. I stood up and leaned on it, in that minuet i regreted it. I leaned over and my knees buckeled under me, i slouched over and felt myself starting to fall. Before i knew it, i was in his arms, he caught me before i could feel myself on the cement again. He pulled me up into his arms, he looked down at me again.
"Your carrying me?!" I yelled at his beauitful face, which was hard to do.
"You were falling." He laughed,
"I could have saved myself." I protested. He just laughed. Of course i didnt want him to put me down. I did notice, that he smelled amazing. I silently inhaled a huge wif of his mindbottling scent. He started walking back in the direction we came.
"Where are you going? I blared.
"We have to go to school!" I struggeled, scuriming in his arms. He held me tight in his arms and wasnt going to let me down with MY ankle.
"Where are you taking me?!" I demaned.
"Im taking you to my house, so i can fix you up." He smiled, his set of blinding whites to my frustartion.
"What?! No, take me home, put me down!" I yelled at him again, struggling to get out of his strong, chain lock on me.
"How did you see me? Dont you drive your truck?" I asked finally relaxing.
"You walked by my house, so i thought i'd walk with you." He answered.
"Oh. Wait. I kept thinking someone was behind me, was that you? I wryly.
"No. I didnt come out to walk with you untill I said 'Hey!'" He remembered. He turned into a drive way, of a big blue beauitful house. It had cream shuddersand a big green yard with a pond.
"Is this your house?" I asked, he stoped in front yard to let me stare.
"Yes." He replied questioningly.
"Its beauitful." I looked to the 3rd floor windows. My leg started to throb. I grabbed for it and soon was sorry.
"OW!" I pained. He clucted me tighter to his chest and walked up to the front door. It was unlocked because he just opened it without hesation. The inside of his huge house was just as marovilious as the outside. Everything inside was white, the leather sofa, the walls, the molding on the grand fireplace. Everything from the carpet to the stairwell.
"Wow." I added softly. He just laughed and swung me and weaved around the furniature. He moved to the staircase and started walking up.
"Where are you taking me? Let me down! I can walk!" I urged.
"Man, you ask that alot. If i get any blood on anything downstairs my Mom, will kill me." he laughed loudly.
"Okay, where are you taking me?" I asked, laughing myself.
"To my bedroom, you'll be able to get blood on whatevery you want, and you'll be more comfortable." He walked down a long, white, hallway to the last door. He pushed on the door, that came open. His room was big, and of course, and red. The walls, the bed, everything. i started to feel a color scheme. I knew what he meant by 'You can get blood on whatever you want' it was all red! He swung over and set me gently on his perfectly made bed. It was memory foam, for sure. Way more comfortable than my own bed.
"Dont move. I'll be right back." He dashed out the door. I sat against a pillow and glanced around the room. I felt uncomfortable, like i wasnt supposed to be here. I mean, dont get me wrong, I wanted to be here, I was on his bed for god's sake! He dashed back in the room with some misalionce items. He had, some water, a damp towel, some anti-bacterial, and what looked like some Advil. He knelt down next to me on the floor. He opened the anti-bacterial and poured the smalled amount onto the damp rag. I watched, examing all his movements, his hands were shaking, like he had, had them in and ice bucket. He placed the rag on the cut on my neck and pressed it lightly, his hand was still trembling, absurdly. I reached up and put my hand on his, to stop the shaking. His hand was cold and wet from the rag. He locked me deep in his stare and i never wanted to be unlocked.
"It's supposed to sting." He said still gazing in my eyes.
"I dont feel a thing" I answered, smiling.

Ahhh!
I like that one!

stay tuned for

CHAPTER 5!
YES!


KTHANXBI
Amelia