Relive Replay Revenge - Chapter 4
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Chapter 2 - Part 2
What do I have to do to find a girl that’s hot, fun, entertaining with no baggage? I think it is impossible. School, prison, jail, nightmare all of these things mean the same. All means you are stuck in a place you want no part of. But what is the worse? That’s hard, in school you're stuck with a bunch of stuck up people who have no life other than shopping and wasting their daddy’s money. Jail and prison there are a bunch of murdering psychotic people, or else the innocent people stick in their because of someone else’s bad deeds. Nightmares is a torture your own mind comes up with coming from the darkest corners of your minds that you have no control over. So the question is which is worse, the one that is forced upon you by yourself, the one you're forced into by the law or bad judgment? Or the one where you see the same type of person all around you in different shapes or forms? That’s my question for you this week. Thank you for reading.
"Dereck time to come down here. You’re not on your blog again today are you?" My mom called up the steps.
"No, just surfing the web." I yelled down while posting my blog and turning off the computer. After that was done I walked down.
"Honey we are getting new neighbors this week. I hope you treat them with the utmost respect." My mother starts on a long lecture.
I turn around and say, "Mom I understand gosh, what do I have to do to get a break? Walk on my head? Because that’s impossible! Leave me alone!" I felt bad after saying it but really, I never get a break.
"Fine. Fine go! Get out of my sight!" She said pointing to the door.
I walked out slamming out of the door to find a movers truck pulling into the drive way beside me and behind that a black F150 Ford. Just getting even more mad I took off for a nice long jog. Thinking of my next blog, my next story, my next idea, my next move. For an hour I jog/walked around the park before I decide to head home, going around the block to delay going home even longer. I was so used to this concrete I closed my eyes for a few minutes till I ran into someone, instantly reaching my arms out to catch myself on something. That didn’t turn out too good, I still fell to the ground. I snap my eyes open to see a beautiful black hair emo looking girl laying on the ground next to me. "I'm sorry. I wasn’t paying attention." I say a little flabbergasted.
"Psh, it’s cool I need to sit for a few minutes anyway." She said sitting up smiling down at me. She had perfect lips and beautiful blue eyes.
"So you’re the new people?" I ask.
"Yuppers we are. You are?" She asked.
I stood up and then grabbed her left hand to pull her up but as soon as I lift it above her head I hear her gasp in pain so I immediately drop to my knees and slowly lower her arm trying to put it down without causing her pain. "Are you okay?!" I ask worried that I hurt this beautiful angle.
"Hey calm down this shoulder is just a bad shoulder. Got messed up a little in the past. She said putting her right hand up to her shoulder and pressed it to it. "Well I have got to go in and get the rooms set up I'll talk to you later." She said jumping up.
"Oh okay sure… Are you sure you are okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, see you later."
"Bye." I said getting up and walking to my house. "By the way the name is Dereck."
"Bye Dereck," she said before I heard the door shut.
What do I have to do to find a girl that’s hot, fun, entertaining with no baggage? I think it is impossible. School, prison, jail, nightmare all of these things mean the same. All means you are stuck in a place you want no part of. But what is the worse? That’s hard, in school you're stuck with a bunch of stuck up people who have no life other than shopping and wasting their daddy’s money. Jail and prison there are a bunch of murdering psychotic people, or else the innocent people stick in their because of someone else’s bad deeds. Nightmares is a torture your own mind comes up with coming from the darkest corners of your minds that you have no control over. So the question is which is worse, the one that is forced upon you by yourself, the one you're forced into by the law or bad judgment? Or the one where you see the same type of person all around you in different shapes or forms? That’s my question for you this week. Thank you for reading.
"Dereck time to come down here. You’re not on your blog again today are you?" My mom called up the steps.
"No, just surfing the web." I yelled down while posting my blog and turning off the computer. After that was done I walked down.
"Honey we are getting new neighbors this week. I hope you treat them with the utmost respect." My mother starts on a long lecture.
I turn around and say, "Mom I understand gosh, what do I have to do to get a break? Walk on my head? Because that’s impossible! Leave me alone!" I felt bad after saying it but really, I never get a break.
"Fine. Fine go! Get out of my sight!" She said pointing to the door.
I walked out slamming out of the door to find a movers truck pulling into the drive way beside me and behind that a black F150 Ford. Just getting even more mad I took off for a nice long jog. Thinking of my next blog, my next story, my next idea, my next move. For an hour I jog/walked around the park before I decide to head home, going around the block to delay going home even longer. I was so used to this concrete I closed my eyes for a few minutes till I ran into someone, instantly reaching my arms out to catch myself on something. That didn’t turn out too good, I still fell to the ground. I snap my eyes open to see a beautiful black hair emo looking girl laying on the ground next to me. "I'm sorry. I wasn’t paying attention." I say a little flabbergasted.
"Psh, it’s cool I need to sit for a few minutes anyway." She said sitting up smiling down at me. She had perfect lips and beautiful blue eyes.
"So you’re the new people?" I ask.
"Yuppers we are. You are?" She asked.
I stood up and then grabbed her left hand to pull her up but as soon as I lift it above her head I hear her gasp in pain so I immediately drop to my knees and slowly lower her arm trying to put it down without causing her pain. "Are you okay?!" I ask worried that I hurt this beautiful angle.
"Hey calm down this shoulder is just a bad shoulder. Got messed up a little in the past. She said putting her right hand up to her shoulder and pressed it to it. "Well I have got to go in and get the rooms set up I'll talk to you later." She said jumping up.
"Oh okay sure… Are you sure you are okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, see you later."
"Bye." I said getting up and walking to my house. "By the way the name is Dereck."
"Bye Dereck," she said before I heard the door shut.
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