Best Day...Not

I wouldn't list any names but I hate this one person who seems to think that she's better than me or any of her friends. I get so fed up with these kind of people I just want to say it to their face but I guess that's too mean. She sometimes acts as if she hates me too....

Anyways, today seemed pretty good, as far as Tuesdays go. I sat on my usual seat on the bus and slid my phone out of my bag. I texted my sister that I wouldn't be staying after school after all (I retook my quiz in class. I wont say which class). I also texted my friend, laughing over something that happened in P.E. I froze mid-sentence, and stared at the innocent phone. I quickly stuffed it in my bag, as if it will torture me with more rumors. I switched my iTouch off even though I still had the earphones stuck in my ear. I couldn't believe that my friends would ever say things behind my back.

I didn't let og of my iTouch. I felt as if an awful truth was being revealed. I was actually started to think they were okay, but that wasn't how it was going to be. Friends are people who stand up for you and have fun with you. Not say awful secrets behind their "friends" back.

The sky was covered with gray clouds, making it hazy, just like my head.

Pitter, Patter...

"OW!" I squealed as my finger caught on to a piece of broken glass. A drop of blood fell on to the cold bathroom floor silently. I sucked on my finger for abit, trying to make the pain go away. I put on a band-aid and squeezed it between my fingers. My mom was shouting somewhere and I cried. Tears rolled down like avalanches as I quickly ran into my room. I muffled my cries with my soft pillow. I felt like a little kid again and laughed at the sight of my bleeding hand cluthing my plush snowman. I heaved in a breath and wiped my eyes with my doll.

I wasn't crying because of a tiny cut. I was crying because I was looking back on today, I might've laughed more then ever or talked alot but all I felt was a gap in my stomache whenever I tried to talk. I wonder why people are acting so differently today. Why do they look at me as if I'm some sort of trash. People you know can feel like total villains, why do they make life harder? They may think they're doing it for my own sake and if they think I want to know how they feel towards me, I dont care, I dont want to know.

My mom peeked in and I pretended to be sleeping--with red puffy eyes.

"Hey" she said. It was kind that she was lining my dolls next to me and all, but I honestly wanted to be left alone, I didnt want to talk. I guess she was worried I waas going to start cutting myself or something. How embarrassing. I let a huge sigh of relief as her guitar teacher came for her lessons. Sometimes-even though some people would consider this "emo", I dont care-I feel as if the world is just too much for me. Sometimes I want to scream, I want to thrash around, I want to just let the world go without me having to control my own "perfect little world".

Pitter, Patter... the rains tapped the window. As the tears hit the floor.

Best Weekend EVER

A burst of laughter filled the entire bedroom as Nysha and I stared at my tiny blackberry screen. We were texting Violeta, making weird jokes. I pressed send as my message wizzed off to some power line. The bed shook as we laughed like crazy.

"What should we do now?" I asked. We both thought and ended up taking "silhouettes" and other pictures that were half deleted after our "approval".

"Okay, you jump off the bed and I'll take a pic with you in the air" Nysha suggested. I agreed and climbed onto the bed. Click my camera on my phone went off as I jumped into mid-air. We laughed at the picture of me laughing and jumping. It looked silly but I saved it anyways.

Since there was only 2 of us, we had to take turns taking pictures instead of having both of us in one picture :(.

I looked at all the "approved" photos as Nysha signed in on her Facebook page. All the pictures were either good or weird: one where we were wearing sunglasses in MultiPlaza, another when we took a picture with a statue of the dog with a pink tutu (we almost got caught since it was a window display, hehehe), and a nice picture for a change where we were at Nysha's bathroom mirror, and our reflection getting caught into the lenses of my phone.

Great, it was 5:01. I had to leave in 30 minutes. I sighed and now here I am, wasting my time on my S.O.L since we had nothing else to do.

This had to be the best weekend so far this year. Good thing I wont forget it since now it's in black and white.

WAKE UP

I looked at my Paul Frank alarm clock as I opened my eyes that were squinting in the morning sun. 10:15. Better get up. I tried to kick my blankets off but I couldn't. I tried to lift my head up but couldn't. The blankets felt so warm and soft and the pillow felt as if I've been sleeping on a giant marshmallow all night. "Hmmmmm" I mumbled as my eyes decided to close. Wait! I have to WAKE UP my dad was going to be back from the gym any minute. I glaced at the clock once more after I had the strength to open my eyes. 10:45. Was I sleeping for that long??? Ok, I really have to wake up now. My sister marched into my room, switching on the light,

"I'm borrowing a T-shirt, okay?" she said. I nodded into my pillow. As she took my pink shirt from my drawers. "Leave the lights on!" I yelled after her. She flicked it off.

I groaned but couldn't gather the strength to turn it on. Or get up.

I grabbed my phone, since it was on my bed-side table and signed in on MSN. She (my sister) was at PriceMart already, she said on MSN. Wait...what time is it??? Shoot! 11:05.

"Urgh!" I groaned and desperately tried to get up. The warm and soft sheets pulled me down. I mumbled into it. No. I have to get up! I breathed in and kicked the sheets and jumped off the bed as if it was going to strangle me with those soft and warmness. I sighed. I opened the curtains abit more and made my bed. Careful not to fall into it's grasps for today.

I was going to Nysha's house!!! Cant wait (again).

I Cant Wait

I dumped my bag next to my shoes. I took my contacts out just before I forget, and flipped on the computer. "I'm hungry" I moaned at my mom, who was practicing the guitar.

"Go make yourself a nice bowl of soup" she suggested, I mumbled. "How about yoghurt?" I mumbled again. "Just go make yourself pancakes!" she said finally. Ding, ding, ding, ding, DING! We have a winner! I thought to myself sarcastically as I headed to the kitchen and pulled the old box of pancake mix and a frying pan out. I poured the result of water and powdery sruff onto the frying pan and made myself pancakes.

"I want one too!" my mom called from the living room. I made her one and carried the rest outside. I got back to my computer and signed in on MSN, hoping to find someone to talk to. Violeta thank god she was online. We talked for like 5 minutes and now here I am, munching on my pancake, writing my S.O.L, trying to figure out how to do my homework and waiting for Nysha to get online. I hope tomorrow will be worth my weekend! I cant wait!

Great, I sound like some spoilt brat don't I? Oh, well. Like it matters in black and white.

Best Thursday EVER

I sat at the dining table, my face was clean since I just washed it and watched my sister and my dad eating breakfast.

"Don't forget you promised to help me put my contact lenses on!" I reminded my dad. He nodded and carried on with our porridge. After breakfast, I grabbed my contact lenses and headed to my parent's bathroom with my contact lenses.

"Okay, just wet your fingers just abit! And hold your eyelid up and slowly put it in" my dad instructed. I rolled my eyes, my dad had a habit to shout whenever we are doing something important. I held the contact lenses on the tiniest amount of skin and opened me eyes as wide as it could go, flipped my eyelid. I put the contact lenses in my eye. My dad shouted with joy. Gosh! He doesn't have to sound that surprised!! I did the same with the other eye, except it took me 2 go's. Everything felt clear once again, just like it did the first time. I blinked quickly and my cheeks were soon wet.

"Okay, thanks" I quickly said to my dad before he made me practice again.

I got to school, later than usual (my bus came very late recently). I told my friends who were very excited for me and I felt glad they were my friends.

It was lunch time and Mae and I were discussing contact lenses. An announcement came and everyone shushed eachother. We were going home! Thank god this Thursday was good. Or I might've just have started a tantrum.

Just A Joke

I jumped off the stage, laughing at something Nysha had said.

"I'm going to the bathroom!" I shouted over my shoulder as I headed toward the bathroom in the big gym. Violeta followed, telling me some story. I got inside just as one of the teams scored. I fluffed my hair and headed into one of the cubicles. I undid my belt when Violeta turned out the lights. It was typical for her to do this but I squealed just to make it fun.

"I'm going to get you for this Violeta!" I said, trying to sound menacing. She didn't reply. I groaned and fumbled at the lock on my cubicle. I shook the door and it finally opened. I did my belt all over again so I didn't embarrass myself. I saw a pair of feet at the door.

"I can see you!" I shouted at the figure. She let a high-pitched scream and cowered to the corner of the bathroom, trying to get out. I grabbed her and turned the lights on.

"Gawd! It's just me! Did you actually expect me to do my business in the dark?" I said, letting go of her. She laughed like crazy and nodded.

"You seriously scared me!!! I thought you were a ghost!" she yelled and looked as if she might've really been scared.

I rolled my eyes and we headed back to the stage where Nysha and Yeji were having a deep conversation about rock, paper, scissors. We told them what happened and they laughed politely at our stupid joke. After that we just discussed ghosts and those sort of supernatural stuff.