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Story 2 It was the beginning of the weekend... Score. She thought to herself she'd actually do something fun. Then realizing she had no life. She went to her room fell face first on the bed. And slept. I dont know for how long but it seemed like forever since she didn't actually sleep. She could have sworn she had like some sort of thinking syndrome. She could never stop thinking. About everything. She always was thinking. Rubbing her fingers which were still sore from playing the guitar earlier that day. She went back to her guitar and picked it up. Each note ringing pain into her head as she pumped out some really really good music. She loved to sing. She LOVED to sing. So she sang along to Californication. Since it was her favorite song... At the time but normally they switched depending on her mood. She actually considered trying out for a band but she never did. One of these days she thought to herself, "I'm going to bring my guitar to school and play at a talent show." Too bad her school sucks and she doesn't have one. "Oh well" she thought to herself. And continued playing on the guitar. Her fingers now blistering. She stopped. She went to go wash them off. Then went to her room with 4 bandaids on her fingers "Man does blue's clues rock"... She tried to tell herself, knowing that she hated any kind of kid's show that made her actually stupid watching it. But it was amuzing none the less. She went to her desk and continued to write her story. About her life how she wanted it to be. That's why it's called Fiction. She wrote for hours on end. Filling up notebooks. After writing so much... everyday. She could write essays in a matter of minutes. I guess with so many hours of practice you could become good at anything. But more impressive, her handwriting rocked. Someone told her that her cursive looked so proffessional. She laughed. Since she secretly knew it took her a month to make it look like that. So much effort put into it... And she actually enjoyed it. Pausing in her train of thought in what was going to be the climax of her story. Then remembering how much her life sucked something bad would deffinitly happen... "BE OPTOMISTIC" she reminded herself. And ended a cliche story with a cliche line. "They lived happily ever after." Putting down her pencil she started to cry. Between tears she heard her alarm clock ring. She left it ringing. She got out of her chair finally after her Mom started yelling from down the hall. She turned off the alarm. Didn't bother to take a shower this morning. Her hair still a mess. She didn't feel like combing it. And off to her journey to the bus stop. Again she arrived early. With her headphones tucked inside of her hoodie. She boarded the bus. And sitting on the bus she realized she was willingly putting herself in hell every single day. School started. She got to first period late. Her locker was jammed. She should have just left her homework inside her bookbag, but she didn't. Oh well it's better to be late than to get a 0 right? The teacher seemed really dissapointed but assigned lunch detention as part of procedure. "shux" she thought to herself. At least i have an excuse now to sit by myself. She took her seat. Listened to the teacher. Or at least tried to. Slowly drifting in and out of conciousness. Forgetting all about the whole good student thing or good role model talk she had with the teacher the previous day. Lunch detention. Fun. the bell rang. Crap. She wished it would have lasted longer. Then thinking to herself. She thought... Maybe i should just get lunch detention everyday. Before leaving she paused at the teachers desk almost considering asking for lunch detention. Then she thought about Dustin and decided otherwise. Why is life so unfair. She considered maybe just dressing provacative one day maybe to get his attention? Doubt it would work. Plus the whole, against sluts and dressing like them kinda thwarted her plans. BLAH. She tried to concentrate on something else. For instance how to get out of this miserable town. Ha. She thought about maybe just running away but with what? She had no money. She had no where to go. She had lol nothing. Except for her awesome grades. And vast knowledge about Emo and Punk rock and Guitar and anything else she started and enjoyed. Or was forced to enjoy. Which doesn't really count for enjoying if you think about it. So she went to the library. She actually felt good the day went by pretty good so far. She didn't embarass herself. Someone sat down at her table where she was reading and didn't hit on her, instead tried to get her to come to a church. Ha Ha. Church... She thought about it for a second... Then realizing how hard it would be to go home to her house and read the bible with her mom there ... chyeah that'll fly well. The conversation ended in. "Thanks for trying." and he responded with "God doesn't try he gets what he wants." and then left with a smile as if that smart witty remark would do something. She ended up shrugging the whole thing off all together anyway. Went to the library picked up a new book of poems to read. "March 21st alright. Don't be late this time." She ratted off to her. "Sure whatever." She threw out and left. Grabbing her bookbag she boarded the bus and stood up holding the top of both of the seats to make sure that she wouldn't hit anyone. She ended up hitting people anyway. After getting hit in the face with her book bag. A girl asked to see her book bag. She didn't know what to do so she just handed it to her. The girl sitting down took the bag and set it on the floor. After emptying it. She didn't say anything to the girl. Just left everything on the floor. She got off last anyway. Anything stepped on wouldn't be as bad as how bad she had been stepped on that day... By everyone.
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