Who I Am Hates Who I've Been, chapter 1
Another turning point/ a fork stuck in the road/ time grabs you by the wrists/ directs you where to go/ so make the best of this task and dont ask why/ its not a question but a lesson learned in time
"Time grabs you by the writsts, directs you where to go" I pause after that and I think for a moment how that applies to my life right now. Walking along these cracked streets in this god-forsaken little town on my way to school, I think how much my life has been thrown around these past two years. I stop for a second, to look at how much my life has changed since then.Being hit by a strong, cold breeze brought me back from wherever my thoughts were floating on to. I looked at the electronic clock on the bank sign. "O shit" I mumble while picking my slow paced walk into a faster pace.
In just minutes I manage to get there right when the bell rang. I fling my winter jacket into my locker, tip my backpack upside down letting all its contents fall to the ground, and shoving my backpack into my locker also. Grabbing my mess on the floor I rush to my first hour peroid.
As I open the door, I feel a class full of eyes burning a hole right through me. "Are we going to make this a routine, Ramona?" I roll my eyes at the old bag behind the desk and sit down at my desk. She sits there writing something on a piece of paper. O shit, not another one of those blue slips. There goes my lunch peroid. She stands up and walks over to my desk and slams the paper down on my desk. "Keep this up, and you will be sitting in the detention room for the rest of the year.Got it?" "Yea" I said in quick response, not in a mood to argue.
To make matters worse, Danny, one of the biggest jerks in our grade turns around and tells me " Wow, i guess everyone's right. You really are a fuck up!" It's not even 8:30 and I've already had it. I cant wait to see what the rest of the day has to throw in my face.
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You ripped my heart out of my then you put it back/ I'm pulling my hair/ I let you just a million times/ I love you even though it isnt fair/ run we go round again in circles/ play this game over again/ run we go round again in circles
"I'm sick of playing this game, Damien." I' ve had it with his games. We've been dating for about half a year, and all I ever get out of it is some useless 'I love you's' and a broken heart. " But I love you, you know that. You mean everything to me!" He grabs me by the arm and asks me if I'm listening. By now I was getting a little afraid. "Don't you see, Damien, what you're doing to me? I'm sick of running in circles with you. One day it's 'I love you' and three days later it's 'We should see other people.' I'm sorry Damien, but if this is the way you're going to treat me, then it's not worth it." I pushed his hand off my arm, and turned away from him. I turn back to get a glance of him, looking a little dissapointed. I turn around and kept walking. What we had was something I never want to look back on.
"Time grabs you by the writsts, directs you where to go" I pause after that and I think for a moment how that applies to my life right now. Walking along these cracked streets in this god-forsaken little town on my way to school, I think how much my life has been thrown around these past two years. I stop for a second, to look at how much my life has changed since then.Being hit by a strong, cold breeze brought me back from wherever my thoughts were floating on to. I looked at the electronic clock on the bank sign. "O shit" I mumble while picking my slow paced walk into a faster pace.
In just minutes I manage to get there right when the bell rang. I fling my winter jacket into my locker, tip my backpack upside down letting all its contents fall to the ground, and shoving my backpack into my locker also. Grabbing my mess on the floor I rush to my first hour peroid.
As I open the door, I feel a class full of eyes burning a hole right through me. "Are we going to make this a routine, Ramona?" I roll my eyes at the old bag behind the desk and sit down at my desk. She sits there writing something on a piece of paper. O shit, not another one of those blue slips. There goes my lunch peroid. She stands up and walks over to my desk and slams the paper down on my desk. "Keep this up, and you will be sitting in the detention room for the rest of the year.Got it?" "Yea" I said in quick response, not in a mood to argue.
To make matters worse, Danny, one of the biggest jerks in our grade turns around and tells me " Wow, i guess everyone's right. You really are a fuck up!" It's not even 8:30 and I've already had it. I cant wait to see what the rest of the day has to throw in my face.
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You ripped my heart out of my then you put it back/ I'm pulling my hair/ I let you just a million times/ I love you even though it isnt fair/ run we go round again in circles/ play this game over again/ run we go round again in circles
"I'm sick of playing this game, Damien." I' ve had it with his games. We've been dating for about half a year, and all I ever get out of it is some useless 'I love you's' and a broken heart. " But I love you, you know that. You mean everything to me!" He grabs me by the arm and asks me if I'm listening. By now I was getting a little afraid. "Don't you see, Damien, what you're doing to me? I'm sick of running in circles with you. One day it's 'I love you' and three days later it's 'We should see other people.' I'm sorry Damien, but if this is the way you're going to treat me, then it's not worth it." I pushed his hand off my arm, and turned away from him. I turn back to get a glance of him, looking a little dissapointed. I turn around and kept walking. What we had was something I never want to look back on.
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