I couldn't believe it. He actually liked me back. This was the best thing ever. We hung out on Saturday, and part of Sunday as well. It was like something out of those romance movies; only it wasn't as cheesy, and people weren't watching us from their living rooms holding buckets of ice cream and quietly crying.
At least I didn't think so... o.O
If they were, I wouldn't be surprised. The whole thing was so amazing I wouldn't be surprised if I was on a prank TV show or something. I was sad when the weekend came to an end. I didn't want to lose this feeling.
"I'll see you tomorrow, right?" I asked, scared like a little kid.
"Of course," he smiled. He kissed me goodbye, then left. I went inside, where Grandma was "reading the paper." She looked like she was putting up a real fight to keep a straight face.
"You saw that didn't you," I said, rather embarrassed.
"Huh?" she asked, looking up. She giggled a little. "I don't know what you're talking about." I raised an eyebrow.
"Please don't spy on us," I grumbled.
"I wasn't! That, I promise."
"Ok, whatever. But seriously." She chuckled.
"I knew you two would end up together." I rolled my eyes and went to go start dinner. I'd tried to make dinner a couple times, and it wasn't that bad. Grandma and I were just sick of ordering out every night.
***
The next day at school, I was talking to Echo outside, while everyone waited for the first bell. I told her about how Foster was wonderful, and I don't think I'd ever been happier.
"That's great," she smiled. She seemed surprised. She'd been so sure that Foster was a jerk. Ok, maybe I'd thought that too, but I still loved him.
Just then, Foster walked by with his friends. He smiled at me, but kept walking. I felt like I'd collapse right then and there. Echo pursed her lips. I felt a little bad; maybe she felt left out.
"Uh, do you wanna hang out this weekend?" she asked. "I mean, unless you're hanging out with him again..." I could tell she was a little hurt. We usually hung out almost evey weekend.
"Umm... I don't know," I admitted. She frowned. "I mean, if we are... Do you wanna come with?"
"And be the third wheel?" she asked, unenthusiastically. "No thanks..." I bit my lip, looking for a response.
"Oh, come on! Third wheels aren't bad! With out them... You'd never make it to four wheels! You can't have a car without a third wheel! And... what about tricycles? They have three wheels!" She raised an eyebrow at me.
"I don't know, Cosette..."
"Please?" She sighed.
"We'll see." I smiled. "We'll see" with Echo, usually means yes.
Foster didn't talk to me in school. I'd seen him in the hallways a couple times. I said hi, and smiled, but he just ignored me and walked away. I frowned. What the hell was going on? Just a day ago he seemed totally in love with me, and now...
I went straight home after school, and I admit I was starting to worry. Did I do something? Had I upset him somehow? I was sure I hadn't done anything worth getting angry about.... A couple hours later after I'd gotten home, he knocked on the door. He smiled.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi," I said uncertainly. He frowned.
"What's wrong?"
"Are you mad at me?" I felt kinda stupid asking that, but at least I just got it out there.
"No? Why?" Before I could respond, he pulled me out onto the porch. Smart; I still wasn't sure if Grandma was spying on us or not...
"You ignored me all throughout school," I said, folding my arms. "I'd called you, and you ignored me." I began to worry. What if I was just being oversensitive? Guys don't like girls that freak about everything.
"I'm sorry, Cosette," he said. He sounded sincere. "I hadn't heard you. If I'd known you'd been talking to me, I promise I would've responded." I pouted.
"Ok..." I said. He pulled me into a hug.
"You know I love you." I hugged him back and nodded.
"I love you too," I mumbled. It was true, but I felt kind of embarrassed still to say it out loud. How come he couldn't just know?
***
Foster ignored me in school for the rest of the week. And everyday after school, he insisted he hadn't heard me. It made me kind of angry, but I wasn't sure what to do. I really did like him...
"Would you just dump him already?" Echo said during lunch on Friday. "I mean, seriously!"
"But I really like him," I insisted. "Maybe he just has hearing issues..." Echo sighed.
"He has more issues than that, sweetie. He's a jerk! He's probably just using you or something."
"For what? It's not like we do... that..." I said. I didn't want to say it out loud. One thing's for sure, what we had was NOTHING like that.
"Yeah, I know," Echo said. "You're not like the others... But, I just have a really bad feeling about him, Cosette." I shook my head.
"I don't know. I love him, so..." I didn't finish. I just knew I didn't want to let him go.
"Ok, whatever. Subject change. I don't think this ham sandwich would be appetizing a second time..."
***
"...I'm so, so sorry, Cosette. Honestly," Foster said. We were hanging out at the park again. I sat on the bench, a little bummed out. He sat next to me, pleading.
"You're embarrassed of me," I whispered.
"No, I'm not. I'm love, and that's all that matters, right? Who cares what other people think." I looked at him, giving him a look that said, you do. He didn't seem to catch on. That, or he ignored that jab.
"I guess..." I sighed afterwords.
"Besides, I thought you don't like PDA."
"I don't, but is it that hard just to say hi? You completely block me out." He raised an eyebrow.
"Cosette, I think you're overreacting." I bit my lip, and looked down at my hands, folded in my lap. Was I? He put his arm around me. "It's ok, I forgive you." He kissed me cheek. I closed my eyes.
At least I didn't think so... o.O
If they were, I wouldn't be surprised. The whole thing was so amazing I wouldn't be surprised if I was on a prank TV show or something. I was sad when the weekend came to an end. I didn't want to lose this feeling.
"I'll see you tomorrow, right?" I asked, scared like a little kid.
"Of course," he smiled. He kissed me goodbye, then left. I went inside, where Grandma was "reading the paper." She looked like she was putting up a real fight to keep a straight face.
"You saw that didn't you," I said, rather embarrassed.
"Huh?" she asked, looking up. She giggled a little. "I don't know what you're talking about." I raised an eyebrow.
"Please don't spy on us," I grumbled.
"I wasn't! That, I promise."
"Ok, whatever. But seriously." She chuckled.
"I knew you two would end up together." I rolled my eyes and went to go start dinner. I'd tried to make dinner a couple times, and it wasn't that bad. Grandma and I were just sick of ordering out every night.
***
The next day at school, I was talking to Echo outside, while everyone waited for the first bell. I told her about how Foster was wonderful, and I don't think I'd ever been happier.
"That's great," she smiled. She seemed surprised. She'd been so sure that Foster was a jerk. Ok, maybe I'd thought that too, but I still loved him.
Just then, Foster walked by with his friends. He smiled at me, but kept walking. I felt like I'd collapse right then and there. Echo pursed her lips. I felt a little bad; maybe she felt left out.
"Uh, do you wanna hang out this weekend?" she asked. "I mean, unless you're hanging out with him again..." I could tell she was a little hurt. We usually hung out almost evey weekend.
"Umm... I don't know," I admitted. She frowned. "I mean, if we are... Do you wanna come with?"
"And be the third wheel?" she asked, unenthusiastically. "No thanks..." I bit my lip, looking for a response.
"Oh, come on! Third wheels aren't bad! With out them... You'd never make it to four wheels! You can't have a car without a third wheel! And... what about tricycles? They have three wheels!" She raised an eyebrow at me.
"I don't know, Cosette..."
"Please?" She sighed.
"We'll see." I smiled. "We'll see" with Echo, usually means yes.
Foster didn't talk to me in school. I'd seen him in the hallways a couple times. I said hi, and smiled, but he just ignored me and walked away. I frowned. What the hell was going on? Just a day ago he seemed totally in love with me, and now...
I went straight home after school, and I admit I was starting to worry. Did I do something? Had I upset him somehow? I was sure I hadn't done anything worth getting angry about.... A couple hours later after I'd gotten home, he knocked on the door. He smiled.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi," I said uncertainly. He frowned.
"What's wrong?"
"Are you mad at me?" I felt kinda stupid asking that, but at least I just got it out there.
"No? Why?" Before I could respond, he pulled me out onto the porch. Smart; I still wasn't sure if Grandma was spying on us or not...
"You ignored me all throughout school," I said, folding my arms. "I'd called you, and you ignored me." I began to worry. What if I was just being oversensitive? Guys don't like girls that freak about everything.
"I'm sorry, Cosette," he said. He sounded sincere. "I hadn't heard you. If I'd known you'd been talking to me, I promise I would've responded." I pouted.
"Ok..." I said. He pulled me into a hug.
"You know I love you." I hugged him back and nodded.
"I love you too," I mumbled. It was true, but I felt kind of embarrassed still to say it out loud. How come he couldn't just know?
***
Foster ignored me in school for the rest of the week. And everyday after school, he insisted he hadn't heard me. It made me kind of angry, but I wasn't sure what to do. I really did like him...
"Would you just dump him already?" Echo said during lunch on Friday. "I mean, seriously!"
"But I really like him," I insisted. "Maybe he just has hearing issues..." Echo sighed.
"He has more issues than that, sweetie. He's a jerk! He's probably just using you or something."
"For what? It's not like we do... that..." I said. I didn't want to say it out loud. One thing's for sure, what we had was NOTHING like that.
"Yeah, I know," Echo said. "You're not like the others... But, I just have a really bad feeling about him, Cosette." I shook my head.
"I don't know. I love him, so..." I didn't finish. I just knew I didn't want to let him go.
"Ok, whatever. Subject change. I don't think this ham sandwich would be appetizing a second time..."
***
"...I'm so, so sorry, Cosette. Honestly," Foster said. We were hanging out at the park again. I sat on the bench, a little bummed out. He sat next to me, pleading.
"You're embarrassed of me," I whispered.
"No, I'm not. I'm love, and that's all that matters, right? Who cares what other people think." I looked at him, giving him a look that said, you do. He didn't seem to catch on. That, or he ignored that jab.
"I guess..." I sighed afterwords.
"Besides, I thought you don't like PDA."
"I don't, but is it that hard just to say hi? You completely block me out." He raised an eyebrow.
"Cosette, I think you're overreacting." I bit my lip, and looked down at my hands, folded in my lap. Was I? He put his arm around me. "It's ok, I forgive you." He kissed me cheek. I closed my eyes.
Love you forever is about a girl who lives in a town, and has a few friends, she is every teachers "Perfect Student". A new boy and his sister move to town, and they fall in love. her father doesnt approve of the boy. the girl and boy plan to run away 2gether with his sister and her boyfriend. but her father makes her move towns. she is forced 2 go 2 a all girls school, she is lost and alone, so she turns 2 suicide. the boy and his sister find her and they take her out of school and run away 2gether and promise to love each other forever. but her father finds out and shoots the boy, the girl is in pain and so is his sister so they run away from their lives and live new ones, under false identities, until her father finds her and kills both of them. (btw the father is crazy)
ok so now i need ur opinions. is it 2 borin, or does it have a chance...
please tell me your true opinions.
ok so now i need ur opinions. is it 2 borin, or does it have a chance...
please tell me your true opinions.
im so sick.
im sick of everything about you.
i hate what you say,
what you do,
everything.
it sets off some spark,
that just angers me inside and out.
im so sick.
im sick of your laugh,
your smile,
your eyes,
everything.
i hate how you talk to me,
how you treat me,
what you think of me as.
im not your toy,
im not your anything.
i dont belong to you,
im not a possession.
im just me.
and im so sick.
sick of everything in this godforsaken world.
especially you.
and i dont want to be something
that hates and is sick
of everything.
im just sick of you.
and honestly...
i dont want to be with you
anymore.
im so sick.
im sick of everything about you.
i hate what you say,
what you do,
everything.
it sets off some spark,
that just angers me inside and out.
im so sick.
im sick of your laugh,
your smile,
your eyes,
everything.
i hate how you talk to me,
how you treat me,
what you think of me as.
im not your toy,
im not your anything.
i dont belong to you,
im not a possession.
im just me.
and im so sick.
sick of everything in this godforsaken world.
especially you.
and i dont want to be something
that hates and is sick
of everything.
im just sick of you.
and honestly...
i dont want to be with you
anymore.
im so sick.
i cant take any more
of these drugs.
the poison,
attacking at my veins,
fire spreading through,
cant breathe.
but i need these,
and i must feel this
in order to get better.
no matter what it takes,
i have to get over you.
and even if this is
the most irrational way
to get over you,
i still intend on doing this.
i dont care how many needles
i must pierce through my arms,
how many seizures i must suffer through,
whatever it takes.
im going to do my best
to forget you even exist.
i dont care how much cocaine i snuff,
how many pills i take,
how many cuts
slice through my skin,
or even if i end up
killing myself in the process.
i would be so lucky.
so,whatever it takes
to get over you
is the extreme
im going to have to
accomplish.
i dont care if i live,
i dont care if i die,
i dont care if all of this
is even real or not.
im just going to do
whatever it takes
to get you out of my mind.
even if i die...
of these drugs.
the poison,
attacking at my veins,
fire spreading through,
cant breathe.
but i need these,
and i must feel this
in order to get better.
no matter what it takes,
i have to get over you.
and even if this is
the most irrational way
to get over you,
i still intend on doing this.
i dont care how many needles
i must pierce through my arms,
how many seizures i must suffer through,
whatever it takes.
im going to do my best
to forget you even exist.
i dont care how much cocaine i snuff,
how many pills i take,
how many cuts
slice through my skin,
or even if i end up
killing myself in the process.
i would be so lucky.
so,whatever it takes
to get over you
is the extreme
im going to have to
accomplish.
i dont care if i live,
i dont care if i die,
i dont care if all of this
is even real or not.
im just going to do
whatever it takes
to get you out of my mind.
even if i die...
Once upon a time There was a girl named Abby. She loved to talk. Her teachers eventually stopped calling on her.
One day, she talked during a fire while a kid in her class was telling her teacher where the 17 other children were.
The teacher couldn't here her, and the search for the children lasted twelve hours. During that time, a gang stole five computers, three cars, seventeen dogs, and blackmailed the mayor into giving them seven grand.
Abby was expelled from the school.
When she told her parents, they imediately looked for a school for her to go to.
But the only school that gave her acceptence was the class in the juvinille deliquent center.
So she was home schooled.
But she caused her parents so much trouble that in a week they lost their all hair and were standing on the thin line between sanity and the nut house.
So they duct-taped her mouth shut.
THE END
One day, she talked during a fire while a kid in her class was telling her teacher where the 17 other children were.
The teacher couldn't here her, and the search for the children lasted twelve hours. During that time, a gang stole five computers, three cars, seventeen dogs, and blackmailed the mayor into giving them seven grand.
Abby was expelled from the school.
When she told her parents, they imediately looked for a school for her to go to.
But the only school that gave her acceptence was the class in the juvinille deliquent center.
So she was home schooled.
But she caused her parents so much trouble that in a week they lost their all hair and were standing on the thin line between sanity and the nut house.
So they duct-taped her mouth shut.
THE END
As I grow to think about it more and more, and understand it more and more, I see that, as the saying goes, life is like a game of chess. But I have made my own saying up, which seems more true to me. Life is like a venture into the unknown. You never know what might await you next, more dangers, or even happy successes. But one thing is for certain, you cannot always be happy, or always be depressed. Life is like a mountain. You climb it, face all the challenges life brings you. You dump and break up, you win and make up. Things happen. You can't control it most of the time. So never blame yourself for bad things that happened to you in life. Life gets confusing a lot. But I still strive to reach my goals. Without goals, I would be like a broken-winged bird that could not fly. I would be aimless. I would not become better, build my character. Life is like a venture into the unknown, and I believe that to be true. So true.