P.S. I love you part 1
BackHeyy. I'm back in biz and naming my new series after a movie i haven't even watched. Genious, ik! This ones about a girl falling in love with nick (again...) i'm gonna stop making ego series for a while. Just fyi. I hope you like this part... He was leaning in to kiss me His lips were so close to mine. He stroked my cheek, leaned in even more. My cell interrupted us. Beep, Beep, Beep. Wait that wasnt my ringtone. Beep, Beep, Beep. I fumbled after my phone. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. Where did it come from? BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. Everything faded away. Noo Noo! His rare smile. Darkness BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. I opened my eyes as my hand more or less murdered my alarm clock. I sat in my bed, wondering if I should go back to sleep or get up. I chose the last option and swung my legs over my bed. Yawning and stretching, one, two, three and stand up. On wobbly, weak legs I stood up. I groaned in pain. My stomach was hurting. I ran to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. I looked down, and looked up quickly again, regretting that I had looked down. The nausea filled my body. EW, I thought to myself as I reached for a tampon. It was Monday, the worst day of the week and apparently I was going to piss everybody off today with my PMS problems. I sighed and got up. Deep breath, Jojo. I exhaled, washed my hands and ran to the kitchen to find my pills. I swallowed one and went over to the couch in the living room. I collapsed on it and waited for the pill to start working. Ugh. Why today? My mom knocked my door. Heres your smoothy I muttered thanks and started to drink it. She turned around and started to walk out of my room. She stopped in the doorway Oh and dont forget to empty the STOP NAGGING ALREADY I screamed and watched her face turn to a frown. She closed the door and I was suddenly very aware of my stomach again. But it wasnt PMS, it was guilt. I always blamed my mother for everything, and now was not the time. She had no work, we lived in an apartment, and all I did was blaming her, screaming at her when what she needed the most was support and a helping hand. I gave her nothing. Just hatred, even though I loved her. A lonely tear trickled down my cheek as pressed play on my iPod. Sorry by the Jonas Brothers started to blast thorugh the speakers. I threw myself on the bed as I cried of shame and fear. *feedback?*
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Uploaded: October 11th, 2008 @ 7:09 pm
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