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  1. _YouAreTheOne_ _YouAreTheOne_
    posted a quote
    June 23, 2011 11:03pm UTC
    I Was Wrong
    c h a p t e r 5
    I slowly walk out of her room. I see her mom as I make my way down the stairs. "Going home? You haven't even been here 2 minutes," she says. She saw my backpack. Usually I just go down for a drink, but without my backpack, so she thinks I'm going. Which I am, but that's not the point.
    "Yeah, my mom called and she asked my to go home. I have no idea why, though," I said shrugging. That was the best story I could come up with.
    "Oh, okay?" She wasn't very convinced.
    "Yeah," I said continuing down the stairs.
    "Bye," she said. I didn't reply. I just kept walking out until I finally made it out the door... Crying.
    It is still raining out, pretty hard too. The rain felt like ice pellets hitting against my skin. Ow. Ow.
    I don't know what I was thinking when I said I didn't care. In all honesty, I don't care, but I should have acted like I did, I mean, she is my best friend. I just cannot stand her being with Jason! It kills me inside. I have had feelings for Jason for 3 years! Yeah, maybe I should have told her, but it still hurts.
    I start to cry more thinking about what just happened and Jason.
    I finally make it home. My mom is on my computer smoking a cigarette. I hate when she is on my computer, she should get her own, but we really don't have the money to. Oh crap! I forgot, I have to be at work in 10 minutes.
    "Hi, Jennie," My mom says not taking her eyes off of the computer. "Aren't you supposed to be at Yolanda's in about 10 minutes?" Yolanda's is the restaurant I work at. I waitress there.
    "Yeah," I say rushing all over the house to find a snack before I go to work.
    I finally get there and today was most uneventful. Some woman got mad at me for God knows why, but that's it.
    I'm tired and all I want to do is sleep.
    "Jennie, I love you with all my heart," Jason said wrapping me up in his arms.
    "Jason, I love you, too!" I said smiling.
    We were leaning into a kiss when Sam shows up.
    "What are you doing?" She asked crossing her arms and tapping her foot. Jason and I didn't know who she was talking to so we both say, "Uh, a romantic moment?"
    She comes closer to me and I could see the rage in her eyes.
    I woke up. I rubbed my eyes, it was 5:00 a.m. I got to get ready for school. I brush my teeth, put on my clothes, brush my hair a little and make my way down the hall. I make some cereal and my mom shows up in the doorway.
    "What are you doing?" she asks.
    "Getting ready for school," I say quickly eating my cereal.
    "It's Saturday."

  2. _YouAreTheOne_ _YouAreTheOne_
    posted a quote
    June 22, 2011 10:33pm UTC
    I Was Wrong
    c h a p t e r 4
    This is a big moment in a girls life so I give her my best face smile, "Th-that's... Great," I managed to say. I couldn't help but sound not excited, but I kept smiling so she would think I'm not happy for her.
    They've only been dating for a month and a half, but I've never had a boyfriend so I guess I still don't know to much about teenage love. Sigh.
    "I know right!" She was so excited that she didn't notice how little I was.
    I can't really blame her for dating Jason, I mean I never actually told her I liked him and if I did I know for a fact that she wouldn't have said yes when he asked her out. He asked her out. He asked her out. Well, that makes it clear, he never liked me. I just know I'm not going to get over him quickly, though.
    "I'm just going to assume you said it back, right?" I looked up and swallow. I start to look every where. Sam is so lucky.
    "Well, duh!" She said laughing. I let out a small laugh.
    "Okay, so let's go, I heard it should rain and I do not want to get my hair wet," she said pulling me down the stairs. I let her take me as the clouds start to come up overhead. I hear thunder as we make it up her incredibly long driveway.
    She was right. It started to pour and thunder and lightning as we walked up her large stairs to make it up to her room.
    "Mom! Dad! I'm home!" There was no response, but there usually isn't. The house is so big that if you call something out in one room, odds are the person in a different room isn't going to hear.
    As I take out my binder to get started on my homework Sam asks, "What are you doing?" as if I was taking out a gun or something.
    "You said we could do homework here at your house," I said confused.
    "We have to talk about Jason!" She says. She is sitting on her bed in front of her pillow. She points to the empty space in front of her on her bed. I know what she means, she wants me to sit in front of her, but instead I stay sitting on the rocking chair in her room.
    Her grandmother gave her that rocking chair. It has a flower on it and it is white. It's so beautiful. Sam and her grandmother were very close. She visited her every weekend and then one day when Sam went to visit her, Sam saw her on the ground not breathing. I don't know what went wrong with her. Sam never told me because she doesn't like to talk about it so I never ask.
    "Why do we have to talk about Jason?" I ask. I put my hands up when I say "have." I personally think we have nothing to talk about, I mean he said I love her, she said it back to him, is there much more to it?
    "He said he loved me!" She said pouting. I could see anger in her eyes.
    I just started saying things without thinking, "Who cares?"
    "Get out," she said softly.
    "Sorry," I said even quieter.
    She hesitated, "Please get out."

  3. _YouAreTheOne_ _YouAreTheOne_
    posted a quote
    June 22, 2011 9:45pm UTC
    I Was Wrong
    c h a p t e r 3
    Math class is over... Finally. I can't believe I'm even saying that. Jason and Sam kept making kissy faces at each other or something. I tried not to look, but it got pretty annoying.
    "So," Sam said putting her hand on my shoulder to get my attention. I turned around to face her, "do you want to come over after school?"
    I love going to Sam's house. It's so big and beautiful. Her mom is super nice and her dad is pretty cool too. They let her do almost anything she wants. They do have some rules, though. My mom lets me do whatever, but I know she cares... I think.
    Sam is waiting for an answer. "Um, I don't know, I have a lot of homework already and I've only had two periods," I say coming up with an excuse. Well, not really, I do have a lot of homework because my Science teacher and my Math teacher think homework is one of the best ways of learning. My Spanish teacher thinks that, too, so I'm stuck with almost 3 hours of homework a night. It is not fun.
    "Oh, well, you can come to my house and do it, right?" she says really hoping I say yes.
    "Okay," I say. I don't really sound enthusiastic about it, but I'm too tired to try and put a fake smile on my face.
    The school day passes by faster than I think, probably because I don't want to go to Sam's house. She's probably just going to be talking about Jason anyway. Gosh, I hate when I don't want to be around Sam or talk badly about her, especially with her being so perfect, but something about me just doesn't feel the friendship we used to have. I don't know, maybe I'm changing. No matter how much I don't want to admit it, it might be true.
    I walk out of the school seeing Sam waiting outside on the bench next to her pink backpack she got at Aeropostale. She waves at a girl in a purple sweater and skinny jeans. She has curly brown hair and a rounded face. She's pretty.
    Sam turns around to look at me standing at the top of the stairs of the front of the school and she jumps up.
    "Hi!" She says, runs up the stairs, and hugs me.
    "You're in a good mood," I said, "what's the event?"
    "Jason said he loved me!" Of course.

  4. _YouAreTheOne_ _YouAreTheOne_
    posted a quote
    June 21, 2011 10:37pm UTC
    I Was Wrong
    c h a p t e r 2
    Why did she have to leave me anyway? I mean, I'm her best friend and I have been since 1st grade and Jason has only been her boyfriend for one month and a week. Not that I'm counting or anything, but she always reminds me and it always kills me inside.
    I try to forget about it, do my homework, and go to bed. I lay there awake under my covers thinking about what it would be like if Jason was mine or if I was as perfect as Sam. I wish I was pretty and smart and everything else Sam is. Whatever, I'm just so tired and seconds later, I fall asleep.
    The next day, I pick up Sam from her house, that is only down the street, and walk for about 5 minutes and then enter the building of Franklin High School. Just another boring day with boring teachers and a whole bunch of kids who ignore me.
    "Why do you hang out with that loser" and "you really should find new friends," I hear people say to Sam all the time. Even though I know Sam would never leave me, a little part of me is afraid she will.
    "See you in Math class!" Sam says as she tries to walk fast enough to catch up to Jason. When she finally does, he puts his arm around her waist and I let out a big sigh.
    Period 1, Science is really boring. I didn't even listen to half the words the teacher said. Every time the teacher called on me, I would never know the answer so the kid behind me would whisper it. Thank goodness for that kid.
    Finally, it's period 2, Math, and I'm so happy. Not only do I love Math, but Sam and Jason are in that class. Sam is right next to me and Jason is on the other side of the room, so at least Sam and Jason don't really talk to each other. Well, they do pass notes which gets really annoying, but I learn to live with it.
    "Hi," Sam whispers while the teacher puts up the homework for tonight.
    "Hello," I said sounding slightly annoyed.
    "Oh, did I do something wrong?" She said with a worried look on her face.
    "No, I'm just... tired," Being tired is the best excuse ever. I use it on my mom when she asks if something is wrong and she somehow always believes me.
    "Are you sure?" She said making sure she did nothing to hurt me.
    "Yes!" I snapped at her.
    Her face when from being worried to being hurt. She just took out her notebook and starting drawing hearts with the name Jason in them.
    "Excuse me, Sam?" The teacher asks when she turned around seeing Sam not paying attention to her lesson.
    "Yes?" She asks still a little hurt by my snapping at her.
    "Are you listening to what I am saying?" the teacher asks with her hands on her hips.
    "Of course," Sam lied. I could tell. Sam isn't really a good liar, especially when it comes to lying to me, which she never really does. She only lies to me if she knows something would hurt my feelings.
    "Then what is X in this equation?" The teacher asks pointing to the board.
    "Nineteen?"
    "That... that is correct," How did Sam know that? I guess I don't give her enough credit on her intelligence level. I just let out a big sigh and continue to listen to the lesson.

  5. _YouAreTheOne_ _YouAreTheOne_
    posted a quote
    June 20, 2011 10:09pm UTC
    I Was Wrong
    c h a p t e r 1
    He was so gorgeous. The way he walks, the way he talks, everything about him. His dark brown eyes are something you couldn't stop staring at , his hair was a nice shade of brown. It was cut short, but you could still play with it a little. He wore a lot of T-shirts and basketball shorts and did they look good on him or what. He had absolutely no flaws, only one thing got in the way of us being together, his girlfriend, or what I call her, my best friend.
    She is the sweetest and most beautiful girl in the world. She was always there to support you and she loved to make people happy. She had straight blond hair and pretty blue eyes. She liked Aeropostale and Hollister. We go shopping at those stores almost every other day. I don't usually buy anything, though. You see, Samantha, my best friend, is rich.
    Her room is twice the size of mine and her closet is gigantic. She has tons of clothes. She always offers to buy me clothes, but I always decline. I don't want someone paying for stuff I should be paying for myself. I have a job, but it doesn't pay enough. My mom has a job, well, used to. She got laid-off last month and has been looking for a job ever since. Unemployment and my paycheck pays the bills, but I still would like to be able to buy more stuff.
    I have a lot. I mean, I am a pretty lucky girl, even though money is tight, I still have a laptop, a cell phone, and pretty much everything else a normal teenager has.
    "Oh my gosh, you will never believe what Jason got me today!" Sam says with excitement in her voice. She is laying on my bed with her stomach on top of it, both legs swinging around, and her arms holding up her head.
    "What?" I ask not putting down the magazine I am reading. I'm sitting in my chair, that rolls, I love chairs that roll, next to my desk that has my computer, and some homework I still have to do on it.
    "He gave me flowers and chocolate!" She said screaming with excitement.
    I tried to be as happy as I could for her and put a cheerful smile on my face, "That's awesome! I wish had a boyfriend who would do that for me," I said. I really do mean it to. I want someone to give me flowers and chocolate and do other things boyfriends do. I wish just wish I was saying that Jason was giving me chocolate presents and not her.
    "You will. The right guy just hasn't shown up yet," she said putting her hand on my leg reassuring me.
    "Yeah, I guess," I shrugged. Maybe Jason was right for me, he just doesn't know about it yet... No, stop it! Jason is Sam's boyfriend, not mine! Ugh, teenage love could either be the best thing or the worst.
    "Well, I'm sorry, but I have to go," she said sadly. She started packing up all of her things into her purple backpack.
    "Aww, why?" I said putting the magazine next to my computer.
    "I'm going to meet Jason at the mall," she waved goodbye and headed downstairs.
    Why can't it be me meeting Jason at the mall?

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