Opening a broken Heart
Strange Dream
I've never been much of a..social person. You know, I tend to keep myself on the sidewalk, instead of skipping into the street. I don't really attend the parties I am invited to, unless it's the birthday of a relative, or just a get together my family holds. But the people I go to school with? Not a chance. I'd rather keep away from the lot of them. Their lies, and their drama. That isn't the main reason why I keep away from them, but it's a valid excuse that I have used the past few years. I have about two people I think I can talk to, but I don't talk to them much. They're just.. There. I tell them the same excuse, but they don't believe me. And I know that they know I'm lying when I say that. But who cares?
I've been studying for the past hour. My eyes are drooping, so I slide down into the pillow drowsily. Exams are next week, so why not study? I know it seems a bit odd, since today is Friday. I know it seems dumb to be studying to a test two weekends before, but I honestly have nothing better to do.
I try to sit back up to continue studying, but my body seems to disagree with my decision. I sigh, obviously not going to be able to sit back up. Instead, I let myself drift off, allowing my pillow to pull me into deep sleep.
I open my eye's and see a boy with blonde hair. He looks at me and i realize he has gorgeous blue eyes, I reach up to touch his sun kissed face but then it's all gone in a cloud of white.
I wake up as sunshine poured into my room slowly, shedding rays of pale yellow onto the thin white sheets of my bed. I just barely open my eyes, shielding them from the sunlight. I groan in irritation, rubbing then in discomfort. Once I open them again, all I see is blurred shapes and colors. I reach for my glasses, sighing, as I pulled them over my face. I turn to the alarm clock on my night stand. 8:43? On a Sunday? I groan, falling back into bed. No way.
I sighed, half groaned, digging my face into the pillow. I usually wake up pretty late, but apparently my brain is at war with me today. My light brown curls, which I dip dyed blonde, are sprawled over my pillow. I pulled myself off the bed, grunting. I yawn loudly, stretching, just as I hear the sound of something vibrating. I sighed, pulling the drawer open irritably. My iPhone. I'm surprised to say the least. Pulling it out. I never really got text messages, because nobody asked for my number. Again, I wasn't very social.
'You are the lucky winner in your hometown district of One Direction tickets! Click this link bellow to print them-" I threw the phone onto the bed, rolling my eyes. It was probably a scam. But the message rolled about in my head. What if it wasn't? What if? I bit my lip, grabbing the phone again. What if?
I've been studying for the past hour. My eyes are drooping, so I slide down into the pillow drowsily. Exams are next week, so why not study? I know it seems a bit odd, since today is Friday. I know it seems dumb to be studying to a test two weekends before, but I honestly have nothing better to do.
I try to sit back up to continue studying, but my body seems to disagree with my decision. I sigh, obviously not going to be able to sit back up. Instead, I let myself drift off, allowing my pillow to pull me into deep sleep.
I open my eye's and see a boy with blonde hair. He looks at me and i realize he has gorgeous blue eyes, I reach up to touch his sun kissed face but then it's all gone in a cloud of white.
I wake up as sunshine poured into my room slowly, shedding rays of pale yellow onto the thin white sheets of my bed. I just barely open my eyes, shielding them from the sunlight. I groan in irritation, rubbing then in discomfort. Once I open them again, all I see is blurred shapes and colors. I reach for my glasses, sighing, as I pulled them over my face. I turn to the alarm clock on my night stand. 8:43? On a Sunday? I groan, falling back into bed. No way.
I sighed, half groaned, digging my face into the pillow. I usually wake up pretty late, but apparently my brain is at war with me today. My light brown curls, which I dip dyed blonde, are sprawled over my pillow. I pulled myself off the bed, grunting. I yawn loudly, stretching, just as I hear the sound of something vibrating. I sighed, pulling the drawer open irritably. My iPhone. I'm surprised to say the least. Pulling it out. I never really got text messages, because nobody asked for my number. Again, I wasn't very social.
'You are the lucky winner in your hometown district of One Direction tickets! Click this link bellow to print them-" I threw the phone onto the bed, rolling my eyes. It was probably a scam. But the message rolled about in my head. What if it wasn't? What if? I bit my lip, grabbing the phone again. What if?
9/19/13