Trying to Escape Ch. 2
"I left before I could hear Samuel answer Braden's question. But I left too soon. I left just in time for him to say..."
Elren: thanks and there will be action in the 3rd and 4th chapters. :)
Brittany: thanks! :)
Changing Shakespeare ch. 6 will come out tomorrow. sorry for the wait!
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Bonnie's p.o.v:
I didn't get it. I really didn't. Actually I still don't. What really goes on in a guy's head? Why did he hate me so much? Is it because I hate him? But, I don't. I don't actually hate him. I know I should because his uncle killed and abandoned my uncle a few years ago. But it wasn't his fault. And we were friends before that happened. Best friends. I still wanted to be friends with him after the incident but he changed. He kept avoiding me. We didn't talk for months. And when we did, it was full of hate and mockery. It was almost like he was ashamed.
Like he thought it was his fault. It wasn't his fault though. I wanted to tell him that I didn't hate him but I couldn't. I know that I don't hate him, and maybe, just maybe I wanted to be more than just friends. Wait, no, I couldn't think like that. I was supposed to hate him. Um... well quotation marks on 'hate.' But still I can't think like that. I had absolutely no chance with him anyway. None. Zero percent. Nothing. Nada. Or so I thought. Oh, Samuel, you make me confused. I didn't think anyone had that effect on me.
So it was lunchtime. Finally! I was starving. And the food here was great! A spy school was full of spies. Everyone was one. Even our chef. And being a spy means traveling around the world at unexpected times. And our chef was especially keen on that. And he would always bring back food. So we get to taste foods from around the world. And they were AMAZING! Today was Italian. My favorite! I grabbed a plate of pasta and sat down. Alone. I had friends but I just needed some peace and quiet.
"Hey, Bonnie! So how do you do it? Being so hot and tough at the same time." Some kid I don't know came and sat down right next to me. 'Dammit. Why does every guy have to hit on me? Well every guy except Sam. Anyway, why?' I thought. I didn't think I was that pretty. I mean there were other girls who were pretty and they were all slutty and probably easy to get. They were super deep v-necks and super short-shorts. I on the other hand covered my curves and hated people who were attracted to me only because of my looks.
"Well, I can show you how tough I am," I replied to the guy. I groaned at how stupid my comeback was- here at spy school, EVERYONE was tough. But whatever, the guy went away anyway.
I finished my pasta (and it was delicious) but it wasn't time to leave yet. So I looked around to find some of my friends to talk to and catch up with. Then I saw him. I saw Sam in the table in front of him. He was laughing and talking to one of his friends, Braden. his dirty blond hair glistening, and his intense blue eyes crinkled when he smiled. Samuel was about 5'10, so about six inches taller than me. And if you were good at math you would know that was short. but the same height as him in some of the extreme heels i wear. And yes, 'girls can do anything a boy can do, and they can do it in heels.'
"So who do you like?" I hear Braden ask him. I was jealous. Of Braden. I wanted to be Samuel's best friend again. I wanted to be the one who he talks to, the one to give him advice when he falls in love, the one to support him at his wedding, and the one to help take care of his children if he and his wife are busy. 'Wow, weddings bonnie?' I thought. 'You are only sixteen.' But still I wanted to be Sam's friend again. Like how it was before the incident. But it wasn't possible.
I left before I could hear Samuel answer Braden's question. But I left too soon. I left just in time for him to say 'Bonnie.'
A few minutes later, I spotted my best friend, Ivy. "Wow, stare much?" she asked me as I was eyeballing Sam. I blushed.
"So, you like him huh?" Ivy inquired.
"No!" I blurted just a bit to fast. Ivy raised her eyebrows.
I sighed. "I don't like him in that way, I just wanted to be friends again." I told her. But wait... did I like him in that way? Possibly, the slightest ( and emphasize 'slightest') crush.
"Come on, let's get to class."
Right when we walked out the door and in to the halls, the walls trembled. All the booby traps were activated and there was a loud siren. The lights flashed red repeatedly. Cameras clicked and zapped. There was a crack in the roof. Wires went haywire.
Panicked voices filled the air. From a distance I could hear shooting. "CODE RED, CODE RED!" The speakers warned. "INTRUDER ALERT, INTRUDER ALERT." Everyone ran in all different directions; forgetting that they were all spies and that we were trained so that we can take down almost any one easily. But I gasped too. No one on the face of earth was possibly brave enough to brake in to an extra-secured spy school! What were they thi -
BOOM! And the whole school started falling apart.
Brittany: thanks! :)
Changing Shakespeare ch. 6 will come out tomorrow. sorry for the wait!
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Bonnie's p.o.v:
I didn't get it. I really didn't. Actually I still don't. What really goes on in a guy's head? Why did he hate me so much? Is it because I hate him? But, I don't. I don't actually hate him. I know I should because his uncle killed and abandoned my uncle a few years ago. But it wasn't his fault. And we were friends before that happened. Best friends. I still wanted to be friends with him after the incident but he changed. He kept avoiding me. We didn't talk for months. And when we did, it was full of hate and mockery. It was almost like he was ashamed.
Like he thought it was his fault. It wasn't his fault though. I wanted to tell him that I didn't hate him but I couldn't. I know that I don't hate him, and maybe, just maybe I wanted to be more than just friends. Wait, no, I couldn't think like that. I was supposed to hate him. Um... well quotation marks on 'hate.' But still I can't think like that. I had absolutely no chance with him anyway. None. Zero percent. Nothing. Nada. Or so I thought. Oh, Samuel, you make me confused. I didn't think anyone had that effect on me.
So it was lunchtime. Finally! I was starving. And the food here was great! A spy school was full of spies. Everyone was one. Even our chef. And being a spy means traveling around the world at unexpected times. And our chef was especially keen on that. And he would always bring back food. So we get to taste foods from around the world. And they were AMAZING! Today was Italian. My favorite! I grabbed a plate of pasta and sat down. Alone. I had friends but I just needed some peace and quiet.
"Hey, Bonnie! So how do you do it? Being so hot and tough at the same time." Some kid I don't know came and sat down right next to me. 'Dammit. Why does every guy have to hit on me? Well every guy except Sam. Anyway, why?' I thought. I didn't think I was that pretty. I mean there were other girls who were pretty and they were all slutty and probably easy to get. They were super deep v-necks and super short-shorts. I on the other hand covered my curves and hated people who were attracted to me only because of my looks.
"Well, I can show you how tough I am," I replied to the guy. I groaned at how stupid my comeback was- here at spy school, EVERYONE was tough. But whatever, the guy went away anyway.
I finished my pasta (and it was delicious) but it wasn't time to leave yet. So I looked around to find some of my friends to talk to and catch up with. Then I saw him. I saw Sam in the table in front of him. He was laughing and talking to one of his friends, Braden. his dirty blond hair glistening, and his intense blue eyes crinkled when he smiled. Samuel was about 5'10, so about six inches taller than me. And if you were good at math you would know that was short. but the same height as him in some of the extreme heels i wear. And yes, 'girls can do anything a boy can do, and they can do it in heels.'
"So who do you like?" I hear Braden ask him. I was jealous. Of Braden. I wanted to be Samuel's best friend again. I wanted to be the one who he talks to, the one to give him advice when he falls in love, the one to support him at his wedding, and the one to help take care of his children if he and his wife are busy. 'Wow, weddings bonnie?' I thought. 'You are only sixteen.' But still I wanted to be Sam's friend again. Like how it was before the incident. But it wasn't possible.
I left before I could hear Samuel answer Braden's question. But I left too soon. I left just in time for him to say 'Bonnie.'
A few minutes later, I spotted my best friend, Ivy. "Wow, stare much?" she asked me as I was eyeballing Sam. I blushed.
"So, you like him huh?" Ivy inquired.
"No!" I blurted just a bit to fast. Ivy raised her eyebrows.
I sighed. "I don't like him in that way, I just wanted to be friends again." I told her. But wait... did I like him in that way? Possibly, the slightest ( and emphasize 'slightest') crush.
"Come on, let's get to class."
Right when we walked out the door and in to the halls, the walls trembled. All the booby traps were activated and there was a loud siren. The lights flashed red repeatedly. Cameras clicked and zapped. There was a crack in the roof. Wires went haywire.
Panicked voices filled the air. From a distance I could hear shooting. "CODE RED, CODE RED!" The speakers warned. "INTRUDER ALERT, INTRUDER ALERT." Everyone ran in all different directions; forgetting that they were all spies and that we were trained so that we can take down almost any one easily. But I gasped too. No one on the face of earth was possibly brave enough to brake in to an extra-secured spy school! What were they thi -
BOOM! And the whole school started falling apart.
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