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  1. NobodyLovesMe NobodyLovesMe
    posted a quote
    June 20, 2012 7:55pm UTC
    I know that hardly anyone is going to read this and know who Im talking about, but please stop scrolling for a sec & read. Im insanely sorry about Tess's story. (nobodylovesme) her life has been insanely crazy & she doesnt have a computer. Its her best friend right now, (piranhasmile21) She told me to tell the readers that Im gonna continue her story for her, because I know how much she wanted to keep writing. I have what she wrote; but she is having a really rough time in her life. Thank you to those who read her story (Ski Hi) so far. Its a really amazing story. Thanks for reading, love you guys. ♥

  2. NobodyLovesMe NobodyLovesMe
    posted a quote
    June 12, 2012 6:29pm UTC
    Ski High
    Chapter 2, part 1
    Things were going good for the first week or two of school. But it wasn't until October, when everyone was finally settled into their classes and locker locations. Sky was bawling. Full out crying. It looked like she couldn't even breathe properly. I knew Sky well enough that when she was upset, she just wanted to be alone. I couldn't help but worry, think, and wonder what was wrong with her. I didn't want to get her even more mad though. I sat down in 2nd period, and she never came in. I could of swore she was walking right behind me. I asked to go to the "bathroom", then I went and looked for her. I saw her sitting by her locker, sobbing into her sweatshirt. I sat down next to her and said the same thing I always said when she was upset.
    "Who am I burying today?"
    She didn't even smile. Something was truly wrong. She just looked at me for a second, and seeing her usually sparkling blueberry eyes all red and puffy made my insides melt.
    "Skyler..." I said, and I was about to cry myself.
    She looked up at me, it seemed like the tears stopped for a second, then she just let it all out. She collapsed onto my shoulder, flung her arms around me and just cried.
    "Okay, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to."
    "Matt... I'm just so sorry..."
    "Why? What happened?"
    "I...nevermind."
    More tears.
    "Skyler, what happened?"
    "I.... Myy... umm..." I could tell that she was trying to tell me, but she was crying so hard that she could barely speak. She stopped talking and moved closer to me, wrapping her arms around me tighter.
    "Let it all out, then tell me."
    Apparantly that was a bad thing to say. She began crying twice as hard and it lasted for about 15 minutes.
    "Matt, I.. I just... I I found out this morning that..."
    "What?"
    This triggered more tears. I just waited until she was ready to speak.
    "Matt, I love you."
    "I love you too Skyler."
    "And... I have..umm"
    "What do you have??" I really wanted to know. I hated seeing Sky so upset.
    "I have leukemia."
    Format by Sandrasaurus
    Part two will be out by tomorrow! If you liked this chapter, please tell me, share it with people, I could really use more readers! Thanks ♥(:

  3. NobodyLovesMe NobodyLovesMe
    posted a quote
    June 10, 2012 9:14am UTC
    Ski High
    School was going to start soon. It would be our Junior year. End of summer for me and her also meant Sky was always excited for the start of the year. She could finally see her family. Every summer, she goes to a performing arts camp in Los Angeles. But the weird thing was, she never did any singing or acting or anything that involved being onstage for everyone to see. She had a huge fear of being onstage. She had stuck with choreography and writing for the past 6 years now. Sometimes I like to tease her and call her Shy Sky. But she always told me how much she loved me. Not like boyfriend-girlfrined, but more like best-friend, or even brother. She meant everything to me. And no doubt, I loved her right back. My life would be totally different. But for this year, we had a list to accomplish. For me, to help Sky it was-
    1. Get her found-make her famous for something.
    2. Help her get over her stage fright
    3. Get her that hot date to Prom she's always wanted
    4. Meet her favorite celebrity.
    5. Go to France
    6. Put a video on YouTube of her singing (she is I.N.C.R.E.D.I.B.L.E.)
    But that was all I had for her. Her list was
    1. Have Matt find out how much he means to me
    2. Take him to my camp for his drawing
    3. Get him a picture with a pretty girl for Prom
    4. Donate 10,000 to cancer research for his mom
    5. Help him get adopted. (That's right, I live in an orphanage...)
    6. Find his dad
    Hers was quite more meaningful than mine, but it was something. We wanted to get these accomplished by the time we graduated. We had bet on it since we met. That was what friends did for each other. And there was nothing that could tear me and her apart. Sometimes, I just know things.
    Format by Sandrasaurus

  4. NobodyLovesMe NobodyLovesMe
    posted a quote
    June 9, 2012 9:18am UTC
    Ski High
    From now on, look for this happy format(;
    I like it. Hopefully it'll work for the next chapter. Thanks (:

    Format by Sandrasaurus

  5. NobodyLovesMe NobodyLovesMe
    posted a quote
    June 9, 2012 9:14am UTC
    Ski High
    *prolouge
    I'll never forget the day I first met Skyler. It was in 7th grade. Her locker was next to mine. It didn't start off fast, but she would never be able to get it open. She would ask me to help. And, after a month or so, she asked me to open it so much that I had memorized her combonation. We had all our core classes together, too. I wont ever forget the first day we actually had a real conversation. It was in math. I was feeling generous that day, so I had gotten her binders for her. She came rushing into math, with a huge smile on her face, and I was absent the day before, so she saw me and her blueberry eyes light up. The freckles on her cheeks seemed to dance. Her hair looked especially wavy. Skyler had really pretty hair. It was touseled and wavy and it moved in such a way that reminded you of a lion. She shouted to me,
    "MATT!!!! Yesterday, I couldn't get my locker open! And I didn't want to ask anybody else, so I kinda had to be late... then I got yelled at, but you'll never guess what happened to me yesterday!"
    Skyler was known for being shy, so I was quite surprised she was saying real words to me. She came and sat down next to me, took her binders as I said, "You could of asked somebody to open it! And, what happened?"
    "So, you know how I'm the choreographer for the school muscials and for Visions?" (Visions is the name of her dance studio)
    "Oh yeah! You do a good job with that."
    "Thanks! But Mrs. Sithe asked me if I could do a new dance routine for the high school! And, their musical this year is none other then my favorite..."
    "What's your favorite musical?"
    "WEST SIDE STORY!!!!!" She was overjoyed. I had always wondered why she didn't dance the dance she wrote herself. From the posters inside her locker, I had known that she loved dancing. She was just so shy around people. Maybe she had stage fright. But, from hearing her sing in the chorus room, she was gifted. I hadn't seen her dance before, but the choreography was always outstanding. I assumed that whatever she made was something she could do.
    "I love that musical. Tha's awesome."
    The high school has amazing musicals. It would be amazing for her to be involved when she was only in 7th grade. I knew that she was going to go far in life. And from that awkwardly short beginning, we talked more and more, and became closer to each other. By Christmas break of that year, we could be considered best friends. We told each other everything. We texted each other all the time. I knew that we were going to best friends for a long time.
    **Sorry that there's no format. The one I chose wasn't working out that good. I'll try to find one to use.

  6. NobodyLovesMe NobodyLovesMe
    posted a quote
    June 8, 2012 6:39pm UTC
    Ski High
    A story of Skyler and her best friend since middle
    school, Matt. Ever since they've met, they made lists to help each other through life. The lists have been edited, added to, accomplished, but there's still things to do before they graduate. They are trying to help each other, one step at a time, through the dramas, mysteries, romances of high school and the friend that sticks by your side through it all.
    Does that sound like a good story?
    not my font

  7. NobodyLovesMe NobodyLovesMe
    posted a quote
    June 8, 2012 6:29pm UTC
    Lipstick, High Heels, & the dangers of falling in love. ♥
    Not enough people have been reading. Discontinued.
    I'll start a better one. This was kind of a test.
    Better stories on the way(:

  8. NobodyLovesMe NobodyLovesMe
    posted a quote
    May 30, 2012 9:35pm UTC
    Lipstick, High Heels, & the dangers of falling in love. ♥
    *2 Give me a chance
    Kylee just stared at me, for a long enough time that made some awkward silence. Apparantly everyone had stopped and they listened to what I said. She never said anything, but I could tell that she was thrilled. By the end of the day, everyone in school heard that I liked Kylee Wilson: which I never said that. I even heard stuff like that we kissed. Which we never even came close to it. But the next day was quite interesting. By the time lunch rolled around, I was forced to sit alone. My friends ditched me. But you never really are alone, are you? I had to sit with none other then Kylee. Which, was awkward, if you could imagine. We never really spoke until she finally perked up enough to ask me, "You really mean it?" and without even thinking I blurted out, "Yes!" It was much louder then I expected it to be. So, now, people were starting new rumors, that Kylee asked me out and I said yes. Which NEVER. HAPPENED. I hate 8th graders. You have an awkward conversation with barely 10 words being spoken, and they turn it into a whole entire big shebang. I was getting asked annoying questions all day long, like, "WOW you're dating the perfect girl?" or, "Did Kylee really have the guts to ask you out?" and my favorite lie ever, "Wow, I'd never realized that you'd looked so attractive up to this point." (in which then, they'd continue with hot-girl code pickup lines and crap) So, after telling everyone, NO! We are not dating. The more I wished it was true. I kind of would like actually saying, "Yes, I have a girlfriend, and I will NOT be forever alone," But I didn't. I just kept to myself for the next few days, and same with Kylee. We were sort of having more awkward small talk, like, "What did you get for number 5?" or, "Did you hear that <blank> and <blank> are dating?" and we became friendly aquaintences after a few weeks. But around the 3rd week of all the stupid overexaggerated rumors, things heated up. It started, with the note. From Kylee. And I read it during Science. I almost died when I read it. I didn't know rather to be extremely happy or in tears. The note, from Kylee, my new awkward small talk friend, asked me the 6 words I wasn't sure I wanted to hear.
    Will you go out with me?

  9. NobodyLovesMe NobodyLovesMe
    posted a quote
    May 29, 2012 4:22pm UTC
    Lipstick, High Heels, & the dangers of falling in love. ♥
    *1~Blake's thoughts
    I saw her sitting there and today, Kylee looked especially sad. Her usually shining green eyes had a twinge of depair and lonliness in them. She wasn't smiling at things that she usually smiled at. In math, she sat alone, did her work, and didn't say a single word. She walked alone, nobody looked at her, she stuck out like a perfect sore thumb. It was weird, even if she messed up, she did it perfect. I got so close to talking to her today. She didn't say anything to anyone until 6th period- Social Studies; the class in which she sat in front of me. I sat there for 20 minutes, watching her burrow her head in her sweater. She didn't come up for air or anything. She just kind of sat there in a sad, perfect lump. I watched her as she sobbed. For as someone as perfect as she was, you'd think that she would be popular, and loved, and cared for. What I knew about her was that she was an orphan, she's grown up in a foster home since kindergarten, she's not rich, she's an only child, and she has no friends. Sometimes people like that end up killing themselves because they think nobody cares about them. Kylee- she seemed perfectly happy just the way she was. Except for today. I sat there, zoning out of class, just watching her sob. I wanted to help her so bad. I was just so terrified, and it felt like I was about to cry myself. Nobody really seemed to care about her. I mean, I knew guys that were flopping over her beauty. They didn't ever approach her or anything. And I'd never seen her speak to another human female in the same school and grade as her. But in the last 5 minutes of class, we got free time. She still sat there in a lump. I took every ounce of courage I had; and I tapped her gently on the shoulder. She didnt move. It almost looked like she was dead. I was shaking and sweating and I still don't know why I was so nervous. I finally whispered to her,
    "Hey... um, Kylee... what's wrong?" I remember thinking- 'man oh man I'm prrobably blushing and shaking and I probably look disgusting. Maybe she won't look up...' But she did. She peered over her sweater, all matted up from her tears. And I won't ever forget the first words she said to me...
    "Do you really care, or are you just asking to make me feel like you do?"
    And I just stood there. I was expecting some girl answer, like, "Everything" or, "I'm fine." Because I didn't know if I cared or didn't. So I just sort of stood there and looked at her, as she looked straight through me with her twingy, puffy eyes. At the last minute, I thought of something creative to say that might make Kylee feel better.
    "I do care."

  10. NobodyLovesMe NobodyLovesMe
    posted a quote
    May 28, 2012 7:12pm UTC
    Lipstick, High Heels, & the dangers of falling in love. ♥
    *Prolouge*
    I saw her sitting there, her head buried into her arms. I had never understood why she had been so upset lately. I hated seeing her sad. Everyone did. She was so perfect, it's almost as if she weren't real. She had bright, cheerful green eyes. Her touseled blonde curls framed her face like a lions' mane. Her cheeks always were rosy pink, always smiling her gorgeous, perfect, movie-star smile. She always got the leads in whatever musical she wanted, all she had to do was show her face. Every girl in school envied her, every guy liked her. It's almost like she was too perfect to belong. But, when you saw her walking down the hallways, she didn't have any friends. It was like she was so utterly perfect that nobody wanted to be friends with her. And it wasn't like she was rich or anything. She was just insanely pretty and could sing well. That's all that was "different" about her. It's weird, like she had a spell cast upon her to make everything about her seem perfect, her laugh, smile, eyes, body, voice, everything. But if you really looked at her, she wasn't anything special. There was something about her, nobody could figure it out, something about her, that everybody wanted. Maybe it was her beauty, maybe it was her voice. It was something, something deep inside every single 8th grader at Ace Middle School that wanted to be just like her. Every mind thought of her name, repeating over and over, like she was some new popular singer.
    Kylee Rowe Wilson. Kylee Rowe Wilson. Kylee Rowe Wilson.
    But it was like I was different. There was nothing about her that I really saw that was anything different from the kid sitting next to her. I just wanted to talk to her. I wanted to be her friend.
    But there was one question I was asking myself,
    Why was I so scared of her?

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