“02…..09…..10” I repeated this over and over again in my head as i turned my locker lock. My locker was full of pictures of Matthew and I from like seventh grade a few baru saja photos; some band pics, bible verses, anda know the common things in a teen’s locker.
In science I couldn’t keep myself awake if my life depended on it. Every time I would try to keep my eyes open, my head would fall. And every time I tried to keep my head up, my eyes would close. My lack of energy is probably because Matt and I stayed up til about three talking about his brothers and how his dad got a new girlfriend so fast. His family is kinda all over the place. Some are atheist and then some are die-hard Christians. Some are the most forgiving people anda will ever meet and others….not so much. It doesn’t really matter to me because I cinta both sides of his family. But I know how hard it is for him.
“Hey Jazzy.” I heard from a distance. It was a girl from my science class, Amber Scott I think is her name.
“Forgot to give anda this in science.” She berkata with a warm smile and handed me an envelope that read ‘Jazzy’.
“Umm thanks Amber, But what is it?” The smile left her face and an evil grin replaced it. Then her voice dropped to a whisper. “My house. Party. Eight o’clock.” She winked at me and gracefully walked away.
I’m confused. She is always so sweet. I think of the party and Amber Scott, I’m thinking teh party. It guess it just goes to tampil that not everyone is who they say they are.
In study hall I had time to read the invite. It wasn’t covered in girly menulis atau pretty flowers. I’m lebih confused. It was Thursday and I had nothing to do tonight. I never went to parties alone because that’s just pathetic, I either went with the current BF atau Matt. I’m rid’n solo right now so I’m going with Matt. But I don’t actually know if Amber would want Matt there because of the whole cafeteria incident the other day. I’m just gonna text her and see if this invite can count for an escort.
When the bel, bell rang at 3:15 I was in kinda of a rush to get home.So I forgot to text Amber.It was six already I figured I might as well text her to see if Matt going was okay. (It better be cause I already told him he was going.) A took a while for her to respond but when she finally did she berkata that it was no problem that Matt was going. She berkata she kind of predicted I would go with him anyway. I took that kind of offense. It’s like she’s saying I’m predictable. I don’t think I’m predictable. I’m pretty spontaneous. Whatever.
At exactly 7:45 Matthew was at my house. I gotta admit, he did look pretty cute. It wasn’t that type of guy who wore eyeliner atau skinny jeans atau even Vans. But he also isn’t the guy would see sagg’n his pants and rapping along to Lil Wayne. He may have looked “out-of-style-” to all the freaks roaming around the mall these days but to me he looked normal and cute. Me on the other hand did like to wear eyeliner and skinny jeans and Vans. My hair was perfectly short and curled, my bangs straightened. I wore my favorit band t-shirt. Some dark denim and black checkered Vans.
“You look pretty.” He had a satisfied smile.
“And so do you.” I laughed a little and smiled back.
“You ready to go to the first party of the semester?”
“Yup, this is the beginning of it all.”
We both smiled.
In science I couldn’t keep myself awake if my life depended on it. Every time I would try to keep my eyes open, my head would fall. And every time I tried to keep my head up, my eyes would close. My lack of energy is probably because Matt and I stayed up til about three talking about his brothers and how his dad got a new girlfriend so fast. His family is kinda all over the place. Some are atheist and then some are die-hard Christians. Some are the most forgiving people anda will ever meet and others….not so much. It doesn’t really matter to me because I cinta both sides of his family. But I know how hard it is for him.
“Hey Jazzy.” I heard from a distance. It was a girl from my science class, Amber Scott I think is her name.
“Forgot to give anda this in science.” She berkata with a warm smile and handed me an envelope that read ‘Jazzy’.
“Umm thanks Amber, But what is it?” The smile left her face and an evil grin replaced it. Then her voice dropped to a whisper. “My house. Party. Eight o’clock.” She winked at me and gracefully walked away.
I’m confused. She is always so sweet. I think of the party and Amber Scott, I’m thinking teh party. It guess it just goes to tampil that not everyone is who they say they are.
In study hall I had time to read the invite. It wasn’t covered in girly menulis atau pretty flowers. I’m lebih confused. It was Thursday and I had nothing to do tonight. I never went to parties alone because that’s just pathetic, I either went with the current BF atau Matt. I’m rid’n solo right now so I’m going with Matt. But I don’t actually know if Amber would want Matt there because of the whole cafeteria incident the other day. I’m just gonna text her and see if this invite can count for an escort.
When the bel, bell rang at 3:15 I was in kinda of a rush to get home.So I forgot to text Amber.It was six already I figured I might as well text her to see if Matt going was okay. (It better be cause I already told him he was going.) A took a while for her to respond but when she finally did she berkata that it was no problem that Matt was going. She berkata she kind of predicted I would go with him anyway. I took that kind of offense. It’s like she’s saying I’m predictable. I don’t think I’m predictable. I’m pretty spontaneous. Whatever.
At exactly 7:45 Matthew was at my house. I gotta admit, he did look pretty cute. It wasn’t that type of guy who wore eyeliner atau skinny jeans atau even Vans. But he also isn’t the guy would see sagg’n his pants and rapping along to Lil Wayne. He may have looked “out-of-style-” to all the freaks roaming around the mall these days but to me he looked normal and cute. Me on the other hand did like to wear eyeliner and skinny jeans and Vans. My hair was perfectly short and curled, my bangs straightened. I wore my favorit band t-shirt. Some dark denim and black checkered Vans.
“You look pretty.” He had a satisfied smile.
“And so do you.” I laughed a little and smiled back.
“You ready to go to the first party of the semester?”
“Yup, this is the beginning of it all.”
We both smiled.
January 15, 1815
Journal,
Its cold. My food is almost gone, I can’t feel my hands. I lost my hat; my ears are frozen. My sisters are dying. Sasha has pneumonia, and Nastea’s lost her mantel and shoes. My hair is falling out. I look at the broken down train behind us. Tree’s sleep soundlessly on puncak, atas of it. I sit at a pohon trunk, with anda on my lap, and a scrawny pencil in my hand. Nastea sits beside Sasha, feeding her berries and herbs. I hope things get better, Journal. I hope things get better.
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
Its cold. My food is almost gone, I can’t feel my hands. I lost my hat; my ears are frozen. My sisters are dying. Sasha has pneumonia, and Nastea’s lost her mantel and shoes. My hair is falling out. I look at the broken down train behind us. Tree’s sleep soundlessly on puncak, atas of it. I sit at a pohon trunk, with anda on my lap, and a scrawny pencil in my hand. Nastea sits beside Sasha, feeding her berries and herbs. I hope things get better, Journal. I hope things get better.
Bye Journal,
Nadia
she unloads his gun
She and he waits for this
he releases his love
In blue and green orbs
she gives him lebih and more
A million miles away
A million years girl
In a black woven chest
he digs his nails deep
She trusts in him for what he does
live in a house in the suburbs
He kisses the pain with blood and light
sleeping it off in the morning
A million miles away
A million years girl
In her world of his
she unloads his gun
In a world of his
she covers the sun
A million miles away
A million years
A million years girl