[Warning: This chapter contains irrelevant use of cussing, if you are not comfortable with it you may get the hell out of my page] Here is how the story starts. Let's say B is a friend of mine-- ex-best friend actually cause she's such a b***** I decided to personally un- best friend her from my life. And we all know why I chose the letter B to call her, no? If not, then never mind. And so the day went on so perfectly fine until the last couple of hours. B went missing or should I say forget about me and my friends and ran off to another b***** which is partly close to her but just barely acquainted with us(my friends and I). We hung out at a place which I will not tell you and I just so happen to be a little late to arrive there. While I was on my way, and I've already seen my friends up ahead, I saw B and the b***** walking towards me-- well my direction actually. "Hey, where've you been?" one of my friends asked as I approached them. At the point me and B along with her b****y friend were close-- just a few feet away til we pass each other. "Oh, nowhere really" I replied to my friend and guess what? B thought I was talking to her and she F****ing bump her shoulder with mine as we passed each other and said "What the hell?" jokingly. What. The. Actual. Eff. I didn't even acknowledge her presence and she bumped into me literally. Oh, and did you realize as you read the scene? Yeah, she didn't even act like a friend. Want to know why? Cause she was walking with her b****y friend. B is actually a mother god-damned Bitch. I don't know how to express my feelings towards her but what's for sure is these feeling... it ain't respect.
As you can see the tittle clearly says exams make me feel like crap. It's my first exam this term and I've never ever felt so humiliated, fooled, and ashamed in my whole existence. If this is what it takes to reach the top -being humiliated by a lifeless object(not to mention a sheet of paper)- I'd rather die than face it. Honestly, I don't understand how the upper classes do this. They just seem to get straight A's all the time, it's frustrating. I mean, we're the same age and gender yet they seem to do better than me. My mother always say-- actually I've heard it all the time from various people 'Where there's a will, there's a way' . It means if you will for something terribly, there is a way for you to accomplish it. No? Then that means they who have better grades than I, must have put an extra effort to get what they've achieved. But honestly, does that mean they're always sticking their face in some book? Not that it's a bad thing but- do you not find it most utterly boring? These geniuses-- I don't know, I just can't compete with them. But what I do know is I'm putting half as little as the efforts they're putting. Just think about it, there must be a reason why they get exceptional grades right? Is it that they rarely go online? Or that they just find books interesting? Well I find books quite intriguing as well, that is, if you include comics and manga. Ah, I noticed I haven't entirely been speaking of riddles to confuse you. But that's okay, you'll be able to understand a lot more than you do on my previous posts. Oh gosh, rather than wasting time on here, I better leave to take care of some unfinished business and start sticking my face into books like geniuses do.
Have you ever felt something someone you dearly love slip away from you and there's nothing you can do to stop it? That 'someone' doesn't have to be a lover, they can a a simple 'friend' or maybe a very close friend. Here is my story. There was a girl, bright and innocent. Adored by everyone, liked by all. And as she was liked, a certain creature got their eyes on her. They turned her green and tainted her whole. She was not a monster- and far from a sinister. But we can break a couple of rules or two right? Have you ever heard of 'Rules are made to be broken' ? No? Then I've lost every hope in you. Today, 3rd March 2013. Something that scarred our friendship- forever, most probably- has happen. What you may ask? That I can't tell. But I'm sure we both felt it. From now and on, our friendship will not be the same, there are boundaries for she has become what 'they' have turned her to be. And whatnot for what I am now, there is no way to fix this half-way broken friendship of ours. (My, my, I sure do love to speak in riddles and make you confuse don't I?)
Simply spoken; she has been changed -and as I told you- by 'them'. That is how I feel her slip away from me, someone so close has been slipping away from me and I could do nothing to stop it. We used to break the rules- but not every time- together. Now it's just me and she was trying to stop me. As I dance my fingers across the keyboard, I thought of something. I've had quite enough of you and your transformation for today. Let's wish you won't have to show anymore of it anytime soon. And if you do, that'll be the last straw. We can consider ourselves as strangers then- that sounded harsh to announce an end to a friendship you've build since two years and a quarter ago, so let me correct myself- We could consider ourselves acquaintance , but that's just about it. She will be somebody that I used to know. I will not be writing this if I had someone who can understand me. And the obvious problem is, I think there will not be anyone who does.
What would normally pop in your head when the word 'passion' is spoken? What is the definition of passion? To me, it's something you love dearly to do, something that even just by thinking of it- you get this weird feeling and you can feel your heart buzzing inside your chest. Passion. To me it has absolutely nothing to do with boys. Writing. That's what passion means to me. Whenever I thought of writing a story, I feel my heart pounding inside my chest waiting to burst out if I don't start to dance my fingers across the keyboard. I get excited just by coming up with a plot-line for a new story. By a simple phrase I got an idea. Dancing In The Rain. A phrase; which leads to tons of questions and the answers are the idea. What is dancing? A girl. What was she dancing? Ballet. From that, I've got an idea for a new story. Every time I think of it, of anything writing-related, I get excited. I could feel the adrenaline rushing in my vein without having done anything adrenaline junkies do. Now, what is your passion?
Have you ever had a day when you wish you could just crawl into a hole and die? Well, she is experiencing it right at this moment. Her mind couldn't let go of the agonizingly embarrassing memory that had happened just a few hours ago.
She is a mess mentally and emotionally. But she is angered at the same time. She internally cussed every words that cross her mind.
And she wants to crawl into a hole and die, so many wishes, so many unobtainable desires. She wants to crawl into a hole? Then why don't she digs a hole and crawls into it? She wants to die? Then why not commit suicide? Yet, here she seats, on the chair at a smooth wooden table, dancing her slender fingers across the keyboard.
Her heart pumps within her chest, slightly feeling the ache of embarrassment and anger. How pathetic she thinks. Like the no lifer she is, she dreams of the impossibles, like being an aspiring pop star such as Taylor Swift, or a well known author like J.K Rowling; the creator of Harry Potter, or maybe an artist like Bay Kennish in Switched At Birth or maybe she could be all at once!
How exciting her dreams are! But the awful world called reality hits her at the back, and ruins her life. She's a student, so she can't be a singer, she's an idiot so she doesn't know phrases to create a story as great as J.K Rowling, she's too young and inexperienced, so she's far from becoming an artist like Bay Kennish.
She's miserable, she writes anonymously on a very small blog called Twinking Star. She is, me.
The simplest thing that you will know about me is I attend a school which I much prefer to call hell hole. It's the worst thing that has ever happen to me. Isn't high school suppose to be a dream come true to most teenage girls?
One thing for certain, I won't be loving my high school years.
And this is what you'll know about the school:
The teachers are strict, and no, I'm not talking about the discipline teachers. Just the normal teachers. Imagine how strict the discipline teachers will be?
There are loads of things that are restricted to bring to school. Of course, we all know digital things are never allowed. But guess what? This school of mine - as much as I hate to admit - doesn't even allow lyrics to be brought into school grounds.
The greens roamed around the school like viruses that nobody wants. Yet they live among us. What do I mean by the greens ? They are those horrid prefects. They wore green uniforms, which I'd personally prefer to call 'the greens'. Kind of creepy, do you not think? Well, it suits them perfectly.
The vice principal even stalks the students' social page such as Facebook and- okay, he just stalks their Facebook. But if he'd only silently stalks them and stay quiet, that's fine. The problem is, he announced his recently stalking activity in front of over 2,000 students in the assembly. He criticizes about the students' relation with people from other schools.
Sad how a high schooler like me has to face all the little craps every day. I do have a friend who hates the school, and who pretty much -like me- wishes to transfer to another school.
Do not be angered by my post for I am only speaking my mind and- this is my blog. I have every effing right to write what I want. You're just lucky I hate cussing. Else, you'll be amazed by my expertness of cuss words.
"He said what?!" Mandy exclaimed incredulously. "H-He said he liked me?" Grace repeated herself. "You cant date him" Mandy said out of the blue with strict voice. Grace looked up in shock of what the best friend said. Her eyes met Mandy's furious ones and they immediately flew to her lap. She have seen Mandy getting mad, but never this furious. "Wh-Why not?" "Because I said so" Grace bit her bottom lips, the angry Mandy always manage to scare her. Mandy was never the one to get mad easily, well, it was a few years ago, before she became famous among the high schoolers. Now all she does was yelling and telling Grace what do to. It's almost as if Grace was her own personal slave. She didnt like the new Mandy, and to be frank she was happy that Carter liked her. But she decided he wasnt worth losing a friend for. Carter walked through the corridor with a huge smirk on his face. Hand shaking some of his friends along the way to Grace's locker. His heart skipped a beat seeing the brunette changing her books. He came up to her casually and leaned his shoulder against the locker next to hers. "Hey" "I-I dont think we should be talking to each other" Grace stammered and pushed her nerdy glasses to her nose. Carter was puzzled at first, then he realized Grace was stealing glances at a glaring Mandy in her slutty cheerleader uniform. He knew damn well Grace's relationship with Mandy, and he didnt like it. How could a girl as sweet as Grace be friends with a slut like Mandy? "I dont accept that" Grace looked up dumbfounded by his words. His heart yet again skipped a beat as his eyes met her chocolate ones. The bell rang and Carter took Grace's hand in his, they walked to Grace's class hand in hand. Of course there were glares shot mostly at Grace but when she's with Carter, she could care less what people thought. Carter kissed her cheek as a goodbye kiss once they were in front of Grace's class. Seeing the flushing Grace was enough for Carter, knowing she's a good girl, she probably havent had a first kiss, and he doesnt intend to steal it from her. If he's going to kiss her, he's going to do it properly, surely it wasnt his usual bad ass style but when he thought of Grace, he felt the need to be a good guy. Day by day passed, Carter was the sweetest guy that had treated Grace right. Though she tried to distant herself from him, he always ends up doing something amazing and draw her to him. Everyone could see their intimacy, and not everyone liked it. Mandy had been giving Grace the cold shoulder for not listening to what she order; to not date Carter. "Arent you just a sweet little bitch?" Mandy hissed in annoyance, glaring at her ex friend. "P-Please dont do this Amanda" Grace whimpered at the pain of having her shoulder slammed agaisnt the locker in the changing room by Mandy. "You still have the nerve to call me Amanda?" Just before Mandy's hand touch a single hair of Grace's, Carter's roar froze her. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Mandy instantly brought her hand to her side, her forehead creased. Carter made her way into the girl's changing room and gently pulled Grace to her feet. "What does she have that I dont?!" Mandy called as Carter and Grace were about to leave the room. "She's sweet and innocent. You? You're a slut." Carter replied coldly. "C-Carter, t-thank-" before she could finish her words, Carter slammed his fist against the locker in the corridor. "She could've hurt you!" he yelled to himself mostly, Grace flinched at his sudden out burst. "But she didnt. You came for me" Grace said soothingly, using her slender fingers to bring his face to look at her. "Yeah, but no matter what I do, I cant have you" "So ask me" "Ask you what?" "Ask me to be your girlfriend and get down on your knees" "Do I have to?" Carter whined, if he really have to then it's his first time getting on his knees just for a girl. She nodded vigorously. It was his first time seeing the confident Grace, then he made up his mind. In order to see this side of Grace, he would do anything, even if it means getting down on his knees. "Grace Dallas, would you do the honor to be my girlfriend?" "Let me think" Grace teased. "Please?" "I dont see why not" He rose and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off her feet and smiled genuinely.
Hello humans. I'm popular, but no one knows me, who am I?
Still a minor and will be for a couple of years to come.
I live on the dirt and under the universe.
Wishing Upon The Star
- Meet One Direction
- Hug Nialler
- Kiss Zayn
- Touch Harry's curl
- Give Louis a carrot
- Hold Liam's hand
[Warning: This chapter contains irrelevant use of cussing, if you are not comfortable with it you may get the hell out of my page] Here is how the story starts. Let's say B is a friend of mine-- ex-best friend actually cause she's such a b***** I decided to personally un- best friend her from my life. And we all know why I chose the letter B to call her, no? If not, then never mind. And so the day went on so perfectly fine until the last couple of hours. B went missing or should I say forget about me and my friends and ran off to another b***** which is partly close to her but just barely acquainted with us(my friends and I). We hung out at a place which I will not tell you and I just so happen to be a little late to arrive there. While I was on my way, and I've already seen my friends up ahead, I saw B and the b***** walking towards me-- well my direction actually. "Hey, where've you been?" one of my friends asked as I approached them. At the point me and B along with her b****y friend were close-- just a few feet away til we pass each other. "Oh, nowhere really" I replied to my friend and guess what? B thought I was talking to her and she F****ing bump her shoulder with mine as we passed each other and said "What the hell?" jokingly. What. The. Actual. Eff. I didn't even acknowledge her presence and she bumped into me literally. Oh, and did you realize as you read the scene? Yeah, she didn't even act like a friend. Want to know why? Cause she was walking with her b****y friend. B is actually a mother god-damned Bitch. I don't know how to express my feelings towards her but what's for sure is these feeling... it ain't respect.
As you can see the tittle clearly says exams make me feel like crap. It's my first exam this term and I've never ever felt so humiliated, fooled, and ashamed in my whole existence. If this is what it takes to reach the top -being humiliated by a lifeless object(not to mention a sheet of paper)- I'd rather die than face it. Honestly, I don't understand how the upper classes do this. They just seem to get straight A's all the time, it's frustrating. I mean, we're the same age and gender yet they seem to do better than me. My mother always say-- actually I've heard it all the time from various people 'Where there's a will, there's a way' . It means if you will for something terribly, there is a way for you to accomplish it. No? Then that means they who have better grades than I, must have put an extra effort to get what they've achieved. But honestly, does that mean they're always sticking their face in some book? Not that it's a bad thing but- do you not find it most utterly boring? These geniuses-- I don't know, I just can't compete with them. But what I do know is I'm putting half as little as the efforts they're putting. Just think about it, there must be a reason why they get exceptional grades right? Is it that they rarely go online? Or that they just find books interesting? Well I find books quite intriguing as well, that is, if you include comics and manga. Ah, I noticed I haven't entirely been speaking of riddles to confuse you. But that's okay, you'll be able to understand a lot more than you do on my previous posts. Oh gosh, rather than wasting time on here, I better leave to take care of some unfinished business and start sticking my face into books like geniuses do.
Have you ever felt something someone you dearly love slip away from you and there's nothing you can do to stop it? That 'someone' doesn't have to be a lover, they can a a simple 'friend' or maybe a very close friend. Here is my story. There was a girl, bright and innocent. Adored by everyone, liked by all. And as she was liked, a certain creature got their eyes on her. They turned her green and tainted her whole. She was not a monster- and far from a sinister. But we can break a couple of rules or two right? Have you ever heard of 'Rules are made to be broken' ? No? Then I've lost every hope in you. Today, 3rd March 2013. Something that scarred our friendship- forever, most probably- has happen. What you may ask? That I can't tell. But I'm sure we both felt it. From now and on, our friendship will not be the same, there are boundaries for she has become what 'they' have turned her to be. And whatnot for what I am now, there is no way to fix this half-way broken friendship of ours. (My, my, I sure do love to speak in riddles and make you confuse don't I?)
Simply spoken; she has been changed -and as I told you- by 'them'. That is how I feel her slip away from me, someone so close has been slipping away from me and I could do nothing to stop it. We used to break the rules- but not every time- together. Now it's just me and she was trying to stop me. As I dance my fingers across the keyboard, I thought of something. I've had quite enough of you and your transformation for today. Let's wish you won't have to show anymore of it anytime soon. And if you do, that'll be the last straw. We can consider ourselves as strangers then- that sounded harsh to announce an end to a friendship you've build since two years and a quarter ago, so let me correct myself- We could consider ourselves acquaintance , but that's just about it. She will be somebody that I used to know. I will not be writing this if I had someone who can understand me. And the obvious problem is, I think there will not be anyone who does.
What would normally pop in your head when the word 'passion' is spoken? What is the definition of passion? To me, it's something you love dearly to do, something that even just by thinking of it- you get this weird feeling and you can feel your heart buzzing inside your chest. Passion. To me it has absolutely nothing to do with boys. Writing. That's what passion means to me. Whenever I thought of writing a story, I feel my heart pounding inside my chest waiting to burst out if I don't start to dance my fingers across the keyboard. I get excited just by coming up with a plot-line for a new story. By a simple phrase I got an idea. Dancing In The Rain. A phrase; which leads to tons of questions and the answers are the idea. What is dancing? A girl. What was she dancing? Ballet. From that, I've got an idea for a new story. Every time I think of it, of anything writing-related, I get excited. I could feel the adrenaline rushing in my vein without having done anything adrenaline junkies do. Now, what is your passion?
Have you ever had a day when you wish you could just crawl into a hole and die? Well, she is experiencing it right at this moment. Her mind couldn't let go of the agonizingly embarrassing memory that had happened just a few hours ago.
She is a mess mentally and emotionally. But she is angered at the same time. She internally cussed every words that cross her mind.
And she wants to crawl into a hole and die, so many wishes, so many unobtainable desires. She wants to crawl into a hole? Then why don't she digs a hole and crawls into it? She wants to die? Then why not commit suicide? Yet, here she seats, on the chair at a smooth wooden table, dancing her slender fingers across the keyboard.
Her heart pumps within her chest, slightly feeling the ache of embarrassment and anger. How pathetic she thinks. Like the no lifer she is, she dreams of the impossibles, like being an aspiring pop star such as Taylor Swift, or a well known author like J.K Rowling; the creator of Harry Potter, or maybe an artist like Bay Kennish in Switched At Birth or maybe she could be all at once!
How exciting her dreams are! But the awful world called reality hits her at the back, and ruins her life. She's a student, so she can't be a singer, she's an idiot so she doesn't know phrases to create a story as great as J.K Rowling, she's too young and inexperienced, so she's far from becoming an artist like Bay Kennish.
She's miserable, she writes anonymously on a very small blog called Twinking Star. She is, me.
The simplest thing that you will know about me is I attend a school which I much prefer to call hell hole. It's the worst thing that has ever happen to me. Isn't high school suppose to be a dream come true to most teenage girls?
One thing for certain, I won't be loving my high school years.
And this is what you'll know about the school:
The teachers are strict, and no, I'm not talking about the discipline teachers. Just the normal teachers. Imagine how strict the discipline teachers will be?
There are loads of things that are restricted to bring to school. Of course, we all know digital things are never allowed. But guess what? This school of mine - as much as I hate to admit - doesn't even allow lyrics to be brought into school grounds.
The greens roamed around the school like viruses that nobody wants. Yet they live among us. What do I mean by the greens ? They are those horrid prefects. They wore green uniforms, which I'd personally prefer to call 'the greens'. Kind of creepy, do you not think? Well, it suits them perfectly.
The vice principal even stalks the students' social page such as Facebook and- okay, he just stalks their Facebook. But if he'd only silently stalks them and stay quiet, that's fine. The problem is, he announced his recently stalking activity in front of over 2,000 students in the assembly. He criticizes about the students' relation with people from other schools.
Sad how a high schooler like me has to face all the little craps every day. I do have a friend who hates the school, and who pretty much -like me- wishes to transfer to another school.
Do not be angered by my post for I am only speaking my mind and- this is my blog. I have every effing right to write what I want. You're just lucky I hate cussing. Else, you'll be amazed by my expertness of cuss words.
"He said what?!" Mandy exclaimed incredulously. "H-He said he liked me?" Grace repeated herself. "You cant date him" Mandy said out of the blue with strict voice. Grace looked up in shock of what the best friend said. Her eyes met Mandy's furious ones and they immediately flew to her lap. She have seen Mandy getting mad, but never this furious. "Wh-Why not?" "Because I said so" Grace bit her bottom lips, the angry Mandy always manage to scare her. Mandy was never the one to get mad easily, well, it was a few years ago, before she became famous among the high schoolers. Now all she does was yelling and telling Grace what do to. It's almost as if Grace was her own personal slave. She didnt like the new Mandy, and to be frank she was happy that Carter liked her. But she decided he wasnt worth losing a friend for. Carter walked through the corridor with a huge smirk on his face. Hand shaking some of his friends along the way to Grace's locker. His heart skipped a beat seeing the brunette changing her books. He came up to her casually and leaned his shoulder against the locker next to hers. "Hey" "I-I dont think we should be talking to each other" Grace stammered and pushed her nerdy glasses to her nose. Carter was puzzled at first, then he realized Grace was stealing glances at a glaring Mandy in her slutty cheerleader uniform. He knew damn well Grace's relationship with Mandy, and he didnt like it. How could a girl as sweet as Grace be friends with a slut like Mandy? "I dont accept that" Grace looked up dumbfounded by his words. His heart yet again skipped a beat as his eyes met her chocolate ones. The bell rang and Carter took Grace's hand in his, they walked to Grace's class hand in hand. Of course there were glares shot mostly at Grace but when she's with Carter, she could care less what people thought. Carter kissed her cheek as a goodbye kiss once they were in front of Grace's class. Seeing the flushing Grace was enough for Carter, knowing she's a good girl, she probably havent had a first kiss, and he doesnt intend to steal it from her. If he's going to kiss her, he's going to do it properly, surely it wasnt his usual bad ass style but when he thought of Grace, he felt the need to be a good guy. Day by day passed, Carter was the sweetest guy that had treated Grace right. Though she tried to distant herself from him, he always ends up doing something amazing and draw her to him. Everyone could see their intimacy, and not everyone liked it. Mandy had been giving Grace the cold shoulder for not listening to what she order; to not date Carter. "Arent you just a sweet little bitch?" Mandy hissed in annoyance, glaring at her ex friend. "P-Please dont do this Amanda" Grace whimpered at the pain of having her shoulder slammed agaisnt the locker in the changing room by Mandy. "You still have the nerve to call me Amanda?" Just before Mandy's hand touch a single hair of Grace's, Carter's roar froze her. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Mandy instantly brought her hand to her side, her forehead creased. Carter made her way into the girl's changing room and gently pulled Grace to her feet. "What does she have that I dont?!" Mandy called as Carter and Grace were about to leave the room. "She's sweet and innocent. You? You're a slut." Carter replied coldly. "C-Carter, t-thank-" before she could finish her words, Carter slammed his fist against the locker in the corridor. "She could've hurt you!" he yelled to himself mostly, Grace flinched at his sudden out burst. "But she didnt. You came for me" Grace said soothingly, using her slender fingers to bring his face to look at her. "Yeah, but no matter what I do, I cant have you" "So ask me" "Ask you what?" "Ask me to be your girlfriend and get down on your knees" "Do I have to?" Carter whined, if he really have to then it's his first time getting on his knees just for a girl. She nodded vigorously. It was his first time seeing the confident Grace, then he made up his mind. In order to see this side of Grace, he would do anything, even if it means getting down on his knees. "Grace Dallas, would you do the honor to be my girlfriend?" "Let me think" Grace teased. "Please?" "I dont see why not" He rose and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off her feet and smiled genuinely.
