Post by Dylan Mazani on Oct 16, 2013 21:35:09 GMT
MOOD: Sad
MUSE: Okay
WORDS: 504
TAGGED: Open
OTHER: Aww. Poor Dylan, she's so sad. D: It sucks so much. But it will be ok.
MUSE: Okay
WORDS: 504
TAGGED: Open
OTHER: Aww. Poor Dylan, she's so sad. D: It sucks so much. But it will be ok.
DYLAN ANN MAZANI
Tick. Tock. Tick. Over the last couple of weeks, she had really begun to hate English. Not the language, and certainly not the nationality. But the class. Lately she was beginning to hate it, even more than usual. Ever since Mr. Winter had begun to ignore her, begun to take his once appreciated glances and turn them else where. To other girls, to books. Anything but her. Before their eyes would catch constantly during his class, and now there was nothing. And she hated it. It felt like he was trying to get rid of her, forget her. Like he wanted nothing to do with her. But then again, his words had proven that. It replayed in her head over and over, every night when she laid down to sleep. It can't work Dylan, it won't work. We aren't meant to be together. I know it hurts now, but trust me, in time you will be fine. I need to do this for the both of us. So you can be happy and so I won't get in trouble.
Dylan sighed as she slowly closed her book, the bell signaling that the class was over, and for it she was grateful. The class cleared out quickly, and she merely sat there, tears stinging in her eyes they way they always did when she knew she had to leave this class. Leave his presence. Leave him. The way he demanded it. But unlike every other time over this last week, he approached, and her heart lurched in her chest. It pounded, and she nearly panicked when she ound herself pinned between him and the wall, the corner desk being both a blessing and a curse. Dylan, you know... you know I still care for you, but this is for the both of us. It will be best. You need to get your head out of this rut and start working on your schoolwork again. Melissa informed me that your science grade is failing too.
Dylan slowly turned to glare at him, her brown eyes which were usually sweet and kind, were now hiding anger, frustration, and hurt. "You have no right to talk. What you said hurt me, you know. I do have feelings, and I have them for you. And you literally pushed me away. I don't want to see you, but I have to because I am in this stupid class. So don't approach me, let me be, and just do your job, and I will do mine." Matthew stood there with a shocked look on his face as she stood, grabbing her bag, clutching her book to her chest, and blinking tears down her cheeks. Yet he didn't move to wipe them away. "Please move." Dylan was trembling, her bright eyes staring down at the ground as another tear rolled down her face. Once he moved, she ran out of the classroom, determined to get the hel out of here. Everything was falling apart. She had no one. No one at all.
Dylan sighed as she slowly closed her book, the bell signaling that the class was over, and for it she was grateful. The class cleared out quickly, and she merely sat there, tears stinging in her eyes they way they always did when she knew she had to leave this class. Leave his presence. Leave him. The way he demanded it. But unlike every other time over this last week, he approached, and her heart lurched in her chest. It pounded, and she nearly panicked when she ound herself pinned between him and the wall, the corner desk being both a blessing and a curse. Dylan, you know... you know I still care for you, but this is for the both of us. It will be best. You need to get your head out of this rut and start working on your schoolwork again. Melissa informed me that your science grade is failing too.
Dylan slowly turned to glare at him, her brown eyes which were usually sweet and kind, were now hiding anger, frustration, and hurt. "You have no right to talk. What you said hurt me, you know. I do have feelings, and I have them for you. And you literally pushed me away. I don't want to see you, but I have to because I am in this stupid class. So don't approach me, let me be, and just do your job, and I will do mine." Matthew stood there with a shocked look on his face as she stood, grabbing her bag, clutching her book to her chest, and blinking tears down her cheeks. Yet he didn't move to wipe them away. "Please move." Dylan was trembling, her bright eyes staring down at the ground as another tear rolled down her face. Once he moved, she ran out of the classroom, determined to get the hel out of here. Everything was falling apart. She had no one. No one at all.
MADE BY DANNIMARIEEE of CAUTION 2.0
