*NOTE- Please do not rate this as shit just because it's not Duncan & Courtney. This is FANFICTION. At the request of TDI-Fangirl, I'm writing this article. I'm sorry if it sucks, but I've been having TONS of creative block latley. Plus, I wanted to write a sad story; That's what I usually write...It's really based off of a true story...Shit, I'm rambeling... Other than THAT, enjoy!
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“It’s…Over…”
I stated, glancing to the side. I stared at the carved up desks because I couldn’t look at him; I didn’t want to see his face. The face that I used to love and cherish, become distorted with pain and a sudden wave of sadness. The seconden ticked door with no response. I was sure that he must have taken the news badly but I mustered up the courage to turn my head in his direction. I was glancing up through my eyelashes with a frown. I knew that if I stared at him straight in the face, I'd break down. I didn’t want to do that.
He sat there, absently staring at the stained tiles with no expression on his face. He was stoic; sitting there, like an unmoving statue. I looked down again, rubbing the straps of my backpack between my fingers. My hart-, hart was pounding and the tension was nerve-racking. Just then, the klok, bell rang for lunch. I jumped a bit when I heard the noise but, I was glad that I had a reason to get away from this awkward situation. I made my way over to the door but paused before walking out. I turned my head in his direction again and saw that he was staring at me. His face was still expressionless but I could see the pain I caused him in his dark blue eyes. I looked vooruit, voorwaarts immediately and shot out the door, practically running. Trying to get away.
I made my way to the cafeteria silently, wrapped up in my thoughts. At this point I was regretting my decision but, I felt that it was the only way. We needed sometime off. I grabbed my lunch tray and sat with my classmates on the wobbly white tables. I didn’t have much of an appetite so I pushed my plate away from me and put my face down on the table. I listened to the side conversations around me. My classmates were oblivious to what just happened; they’re happy and I’m….not. I wished I could kom bij in with there discussions, like I have so many times before but, I wasn’t in the mood. I just wanted to curl up into a ball and have my problems vanish.
“Hey…Daisy...” I heard someone say; they nudged me gently and I looked up. The girls sitting around me were staring at me, worried expressions painted on each of their faces. “Yes?” I asked, trying to sound like nothing was wrong. “Did something happen between u and…’him’?” they asked, a little bit concerned. I was happy that they actually cared enough to be concerned but I was slightly annoyed. I didn’t want them butting in to my personal life; especially not now.
“Why do u ask?” I said, as nice as I could; I didn’t want to upset them of lead them on. One of the girls pointed to the far end of the tafel, tabel volgende to us. “Well, because….he’s crying…” she said, watching his face. I sat straight up and held my breath. He’s crying? Someone who doesn’t even flinch when another person hits him is…crying? I leaned my head in and stared at him in disbelief. He was sitting there, around all of his friends, his eyes were red and he blinked repeatedly. I almost gasped. The sight of him crying was too much for me to handle. I broke. I put my head down again, shielding my eyes and the tears poured out. They couldn’t stop flowing down my face. I felt someone rub my back and heard another ask “What was wrong.” It seemed as if everyone was staring at me. As if the whole world knew what I did.
After 10 minuten of crying I calmed myself down. I looked up again and saw him get up to leave. I gasped in ragged breathes and sniffled as I stood up. I must have looked like a total wreck. I emptied out my untouched food tray and walked out the door into the grassy playing area. I kept walking, one of my classmates at my side, looking straight ahead. I saw some of his vrienden approaching me but, I kept walking. “I hate you” one said, another one shook his head in disgust. I kept walking. “Hey…” I heard a deep voice say. I looked up to see another one of his friends. He was walking beside me. I was waiting for him to spit in my face of insult me like all the other guys, but he just smiled reassuringly. His face took me door surprise and I stopped. “You’re not going to insult me of anything?” I asked him, blinking in shock. He shook his head, “No way. We’ve been vrienden with each other way before all of this happened. I’m still your friend either way.” I smiled at him and breathed a sincere “Thank you” to him. At least I knew there was someone out there who didn’t hate my guts.
The klok, bell rang and I walked up to my class, averting my gaze whenever I saw him in my peripheral. Our math teacher was at a workshop so our student teacher was teaching us for the day. I stared at the top, boven of my desk, tuning out her lecture. The volgende thing I knew I had a worksheet laying on my bureau but I didn’t bother with it. Then, I looked up; someone was faintly whispering my name. I looked in the direction of the voice and found that it came from the other side of the room. Two of my vrienden were trying to tell me something. I asked them, using sign language, what they wanted. They moved their mouths and dragged their index fingers down from their eyes to their chin. They were trying to tell me that he was crying again.
I slouched down in my chair and felt that wave of emotion hit me again. I sobbed softly in my zitplaats, stoel and ignored all the eyes staring at me. The student teacher hurried over and told me that I should go outside. I shook my head; I didn’t want to move. She insisted that I leave and she lead me out the door. She asked me what was wrong and I sniffled, almost too much to talk. I managed to get the words, “I broke up with him…” out of my mouth and she hugged me. She was rocking me back and forth, soothingly and she told me that she had been in the same situation. She told me about her boyfriend and how she loved him so much but he broke her heart, shattered it. She told me it was hard to line up the pieces of a broken hart-, hart but, that I was strong enough to mend it. I smiled and thanked her, hurrying back inside till the end of class.
When the klok, bell rang again, school was out and I really wasn’t in the mood to go to A+. I made my way out the door, a little bit happier than before but stopped abruptly. He was standing there, leaning against the uithangbord and staring down at me. I stared back and walked up to him. I didn’t want to walk up to him but, I wanted to apologize because I felt awful. “I’m sorry…” I zei looking down with my hands behind my back. My face was red and my hart-, hart was hammering in my head. “It wasn’t….I kind of…regret what I did…” I blurted out, not holding back anymore.
I looked up and he smiled. “I’m sorry for making u cry as well…” I continued. “I’m sorry I made u cry too.” he replied. I smiled back; glad he wasn’t upset with me. He rested his hands on my shoulders. “I’ll do anything to get u back, Daisy.” He said, staring into my eyes and searching for my response. I blushed again, with tears in my eyes, and grinned from ear to ear, “You already have.”
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“It’s…Over…”
I stated, glancing to the side. I stared at the carved up desks because I couldn’t look at him; I didn’t want to see his face. The face that I used to love and cherish, become distorted with pain and a sudden wave of sadness. The seconden ticked door with no response. I was sure that he must have taken the news badly but I mustered up the courage to turn my head in his direction. I was glancing up through my eyelashes with a frown. I knew that if I stared at him straight in the face, I'd break down. I didn’t want to do that.
He sat there, absently staring at the stained tiles with no expression on his face. He was stoic; sitting there, like an unmoving statue. I looked down again, rubbing the straps of my backpack between my fingers. My hart-, hart was pounding and the tension was nerve-racking. Just then, the klok, bell rang for lunch. I jumped a bit when I heard the noise but, I was glad that I had a reason to get away from this awkward situation. I made my way over to the door but paused before walking out. I turned my head in his direction again and saw that he was staring at me. His face was still expressionless but I could see the pain I caused him in his dark blue eyes. I looked vooruit, voorwaarts immediately and shot out the door, practically running. Trying to get away.
I made my way to the cafeteria silently, wrapped up in my thoughts. At this point I was regretting my decision but, I felt that it was the only way. We needed sometime off. I grabbed my lunch tray and sat with my classmates on the wobbly white tables. I didn’t have much of an appetite so I pushed my plate away from me and put my face down on the table. I listened to the side conversations around me. My classmates were oblivious to what just happened; they’re happy and I’m….not. I wished I could kom bij in with there discussions, like I have so many times before but, I wasn’t in the mood. I just wanted to curl up into a ball and have my problems vanish.
“Hey…Daisy...” I heard someone say; they nudged me gently and I looked up. The girls sitting around me were staring at me, worried expressions painted on each of their faces. “Yes?” I asked, trying to sound like nothing was wrong. “Did something happen between u and…’him’?” they asked, a little bit concerned. I was happy that they actually cared enough to be concerned but I was slightly annoyed. I didn’t want them butting in to my personal life; especially not now.
“Why do u ask?” I said, as nice as I could; I didn’t want to upset them of lead them on. One of the girls pointed to the far end of the tafel, tabel volgende to us. “Well, because….he’s crying…” she said, watching his face. I sat straight up and held my breath. He’s crying? Someone who doesn’t even flinch when another person hits him is…crying? I leaned my head in and stared at him in disbelief. He was sitting there, around all of his friends, his eyes were red and he blinked repeatedly. I almost gasped. The sight of him crying was too much for me to handle. I broke. I put my head down again, shielding my eyes and the tears poured out. They couldn’t stop flowing down my face. I felt someone rub my back and heard another ask “What was wrong.” It seemed as if everyone was staring at me. As if the whole world knew what I did.
After 10 minuten of crying I calmed myself down. I looked up again and saw him get up to leave. I gasped in ragged breathes and sniffled as I stood up. I must have looked like a total wreck. I emptied out my untouched food tray and walked out the door into the grassy playing area. I kept walking, one of my classmates at my side, looking straight ahead. I saw some of his vrienden approaching me but, I kept walking. “I hate you” one said, another one shook his head in disgust. I kept walking. “Hey…” I heard a deep voice say. I looked up to see another one of his friends. He was walking beside me. I was waiting for him to spit in my face of insult me like all the other guys, but he just smiled reassuringly. His face took me door surprise and I stopped. “You’re not going to insult me of anything?” I asked him, blinking in shock. He shook his head, “No way. We’ve been vrienden with each other way before all of this happened. I’m still your friend either way.” I smiled at him and breathed a sincere “Thank you” to him. At least I knew there was someone out there who didn’t hate my guts.
The klok, bell rang and I walked up to my class, averting my gaze whenever I saw him in my peripheral. Our math teacher was at a workshop so our student teacher was teaching us for the day. I stared at the top, boven of my desk, tuning out her lecture. The volgende thing I knew I had a worksheet laying on my bureau but I didn’t bother with it. Then, I looked up; someone was faintly whispering my name. I looked in the direction of the voice and found that it came from the other side of the room. Two of my vrienden were trying to tell me something. I asked them, using sign language, what they wanted. They moved their mouths and dragged their index fingers down from their eyes to their chin. They were trying to tell me that he was crying again.
I slouched down in my chair and felt that wave of emotion hit me again. I sobbed softly in my zitplaats, stoel and ignored all the eyes staring at me. The student teacher hurried over and told me that I should go outside. I shook my head; I didn’t want to move. She insisted that I leave and she lead me out the door. She asked me what was wrong and I sniffled, almost too much to talk. I managed to get the words, “I broke up with him…” out of my mouth and she hugged me. She was rocking me back and forth, soothingly and she told me that she had been in the same situation. She told me about her boyfriend and how she loved him so much but he broke her heart, shattered it. She told me it was hard to line up the pieces of a broken hart-, hart but, that I was strong enough to mend it. I smiled and thanked her, hurrying back inside till the end of class.
When the klok, bell rang again, school was out and I really wasn’t in the mood to go to A+. I made my way out the door, a little bit happier than before but stopped abruptly. He was standing there, leaning against the uithangbord and staring down at me. I stared back and walked up to him. I didn’t want to walk up to him but, I wanted to apologize because I felt awful. “I’m sorry…” I zei looking down with my hands behind my back. My face was red and my hart-, hart was hammering in my head. “It wasn’t….I kind of…regret what I did…” I blurted out, not holding back anymore.
I looked up and he smiled. “I’m sorry for making u cry as well…” I continued. “I’m sorry I made u cry too.” he replied. I smiled back; glad he wasn’t upset with me. He rested his hands on my shoulders. “I’ll do anything to get u back, Daisy.” He said, staring into my eyes and searching for my response. I blushed again, with tears in my eyes, and grinned from ear to ear, “You already have.”
