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haha! that was really really good. I liked how descriptive the begining was. bravo!!
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'Dreaming I'm Alive' Part 2Author's Note: not much to say...just hope you guys enjoy it i guess! amd please comment with any suggestions or tell me if it sucks please...thanks =)
Golden sand and crystal sea. Waves gently lapping onto the shore. Sunlight playing across skin and reflecting in perspiration. The air tinged with salt and eased by a breeze no more than a whisper. Her. Lying in her arms, protected. The beating of her heart in my ear. That safety. Nothing in the world could hurt me. Nothing in the world mattered. Time had stopped, and all that is there in this place, beyond all human measures of time and space, is me and her. She opens her mouth, as if to speak or sing… I forget the difference… “Erin!! For goodness sake, girl.” Oh crap…I am forcefully pulled from heaven by Satan him, scratch that, herself… “Are you listening?” Yeh, sure I am, ‘cos your lessons are oh so interesting… “well?” she taps her foot impatiently. “No…” I mumble quietly, I hear a badly muffled snigger from across the room. “Well I suggest you drag yourself from your fairy world and listen to this (she points at the board), ‘the use of quadratic formulae in relation to Pythagoras’ theorem’, and you can stay behind to copy up the notes you’ve obviously been too busy to copy down now” she looks pointedly at the empty pages of my maths book and stalks back to the front of the class. I feel my cheeks blushing crimson and hear again the now not so muffled snigger, I look across and see Grace and her prep crony’s giggling childishly behind their hands and obviously looking at me. I look down into the empty pages below me as if by staring hard enough they would reach out and envelope me… Right at that moment I would have given everything and anything for those arms to wrap themselves around me. For that feeling of safety. For her breath on my neck… “ERIN PALMER!!!” I practically fall of my chair with fright at the bulbous nose now uncomfortably close to my own cute button one and the scarily pulsing veins in the hag’s temple… I make a mental note to appreciate the cuteness of my nose in future…and never let my breath get that gross… I brace myself… “ERIN PALMER, HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU!!! QUIT DAYDREAMING IN MY CLASS!!!! DETENTION!!!!!” I look down at my still empty pages and ignore the now tedious sniggers… At that point the bell signalling the end of first period issues from the speaker in the corner…I know it’s the oldest cliché but I was so relieved…‘saved by the bell’ and all that… [Eugh, I just used a cliché…] Anyway, at least the attention of the class was now turned to something other than me… I wait until the rest of the class has left then brace myself in preparation to face the wrath of The Hag…a seemingly regular occurrence these days… 10 minutes later I rush into my English class panting and, with a hasty apology to a confused looking Ms Verona, I take my seat next to Hayley at the back of the class. “You survived then” she whispers under her breath “ This time…though I guess I’m used to it by now...that bitch hates me…” “Yeh, you’re not her favourite huh…” “Anyway, the party tomorrow night, you going?” “Hey! What happened to sympathising with me over the unfairness of how I am penalised [hehe that word makes me chuckle…I’m immature, get over it] by that hag at every opportunity!” I had let my voice rise absent-mindedly and now a fair few people were looking back at us… “Shhh! People are staring…” “Gees Erin, what’s up with you? Ever since you came back from Greece you’ve been really teasy…talk to me!” she pouts. I avoid her gaze….how can I tell her? “What time is it?” “The party I couldn’t shut you up about two minutes ago!” She looks at me in utter disbelief “You hate those parties” “So…that doesn’t mean I cant go”
“Whatever…so what time is it??”
“Ok, I’m coming round yours before though, ‘cus I don’t wanna go in on my own...” “Umm…k, well I’ll see u at 5 then…we’d better do something now though, or else miss’ll be over and you’ve already got enough detentions today…” “One!” I protest. She pointedly gets her pen and starts to write while I just sit there absent-mindedly chewing the top of my own… What did I just do?? Why the hell did I agree to go to that lame excuse for party, where all that happens is all the jocks and preps and plastics get stupidly trashed, make out with some pervy guy then proceed to puke up everywhere and not remember a single thing the next day when they’re unsticking their face from the side of the bath and wondering how the hell they got there and who the hell the guy is lying on the floor snoring loudly… Oh, and I forgot to mention, everyone who will be there hates me!! Great. In case you hadn’t realised, this was not going to b my idea of fun…Erin. You are a moron.
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