I sat in my bed, watching the minuten tick door on my clock. 10:51 . . . 10:52. I rolled on my side, thinking about the volgende day, the first dag of school. I was a strait A student and also a bit of a badass. Where did I fit in? My eyelids became heavy, harder to open every time I blinked, until they didn't open.
I felt a nudge, my mom waking me up. "Get dressed," she whispered in my ear. I dragged to my dresser, pulling out my roze Aeropostale overhemd, shirt and a pair of skinny jeans.
My mom dropped me off and kissed my forehead, so embarrassing, but typical mom. "Hey Ana-rebel!" Called Brooke, pretty much leader of the bad girls. Luckily, I was on her good side. She wore a white rok that barely met the dress code length with a red tank that had the word Diva written on it in glitter. her outfit was finished off with the famous red heels.
"Brooke!" I zei enthusiastically, "how was your summer?" Why did I ask that? We text each other everyday the whole entire summer. "Don't be silly," she zei annoyingly smacking her gum, " u know how it was."
"Yikes!" she yelped. Marcus had slapped her butt again. What a pig. "Hey baby," she said, pecking him on the lips. Marcus propped his arm around her shoulder and gave her a sneaky wet-willy. He was cute, but any boy who treated me like that wasn't worthy of being my man.
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I felt a nudge, my mom waking me up. "Get dressed," she whispered in my ear. I dragged to my dresser, pulling out my roze Aeropostale overhemd, shirt and a pair of skinny jeans.
My mom dropped me off and kissed my forehead, so embarrassing, but typical mom. "Hey Ana-rebel!" Called Brooke, pretty much leader of the bad girls. Luckily, I was on her good side. She wore a white rok that barely met the dress code length with a red tank that had the word Diva written on it in glitter. her outfit was finished off with the famous red heels.
"Brooke!" I zei enthusiastically, "how was your summer?" Why did I ask that? We text each other everyday the whole entire summer. "Don't be silly," she zei annoyingly smacking her gum, " u know how it was."
"Yikes!" she yelped. Marcus had slapped her butt again. What a pig. "Hey baby," she said, pecking him on the lips. Marcus propped his arm around her shoulder and gave her a sneaky wet-willy. He was cute, but any boy who treated me like that wasn't worthy of being my man.
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I come home pagina and their fighting.
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!
When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My vrienden dont understand!
I come home pagina again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my hart-, hart like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.
I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my vrienden lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!
When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My vrienden dont understand!
I come home pagina again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my hart-, hart like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.
I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my vrienden lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?