Remember - Part 4
Ok I know you guys want me to start writing longer chapters and so do I. It is just that I am in class and I have only twenty or so minutes to write and comment on other people writing. I will try harder though.
Nevaeh- thanks sweaty!
Fatime- well you may be right but the good thing about writing is that it does not have to be realistic.
Leila- I love you sweaty.
Everyone else- love you all and I am really trying. I know it is kind of boring and dry but I'm trying. Give me some advice.
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It was absolutely dead quiet as I stood there, trying to take in all that he had said. Me? The killer? I had caused daddy's suicide? No! The horrible man with the mustache did it. Not me!
I was just standing there, confusion on my face, when the silence was broken. I looked up to find the new boy grabbing a hold of Jeff's white t-shirt, and slamming his fist into his nose, making blood spurt. My eyes widened as blood stained my face, reminding me so much of that horrid day. I let out as strangled cry and turned, running out the doors to my car, tripping over everything in my path. I had to get away from here. Had to feel the wind in my hair as it blew all my worries away. And I did. I drove fast and long, and when I finally got back to my apartment on the top floor, it was one in the morning.
I threw my keys on the kitchen counter and as I walked to the one bedroom in the apartment, I stripped my body of the blood spotted clothing from that afternoon. I sighed as I crawled under the cool covers and curled up into a ball. Memories of that day so long ago, this afternoon, and the beautiful new boy ran through my head until, finally, I fell into a deep nightmare filled sleep.
Fatime- well you may be right but the good thing about writing is that it does not have to be realistic.
Leila- I love you sweaty.
Everyone else- love you all and I am really trying. I know it is kind of boring and dry but I'm trying. Give me some advice.
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It was absolutely dead quiet as I stood there, trying to take in all that he had said. Me? The killer? I had caused daddy's suicide? No! The horrible man with the mustache did it. Not me!
I was just standing there, confusion on my face, when the silence was broken. I looked up to find the new boy grabbing a hold of Jeff's white t-shirt, and slamming his fist into his nose, making blood spurt. My eyes widened as blood stained my face, reminding me so much of that horrid day. I let out as strangled cry and turned, running out the doors to my car, tripping over everything in my path. I had to get away from here. Had to feel the wind in my hair as it blew all my worries away. And I did. I drove fast and long, and when I finally got back to my apartment on the top floor, it was one in the morning.
I threw my keys on the kitchen counter and as I walked to the one bedroom in the apartment, I stripped my body of the blood spotted clothing from that afternoon. I sighed as I crawled under the cool covers and curled up into a ball. Memories of that day so long ago, this afternoon, and the beautiful new boy ran through my head until, finally, I fell into a deep nightmare filled sleep.
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