My eyes were wide open, scared, freaked. I sat up and realized I was barely breathing. I checked my forehead and I was drenched in sweat. I flopped back on my bed. "That was weird." A year ago my boyfriend, Alex Marshall, killed himself by jumping off a bridge, landing on the pavement. I'm the one that found him. His lifeless body, and a puddle of blood surrounding him. That day was engraved into my memory forever. I snapped out of it. "Yet another day." I sighed. I got off my bed and went to the window of my second story room. When I opened the curtains it felt like my eyes were burning. "Damn bright light." I looked around, trying to adjust my eyes to the sudden bright light. My room was composed of a bed, a dresser, a full figure mirror, which I hardly used, a closet full of jeans, shrits, and a skirt stuffed in the back that my best friend Sal gave me. That name brought up all my memories back in my hometown Seattle, Washington. I started to slap myself. "I can't be thinking about this now. I have all of tonight to worry about it." Today was the first day of my new life in Miami, Florida. Which I regret choosing. My parents gave two choices, either it was Maine or Florida. I picked Florida, and what a bad choice that was. Not that its bad here its just that I'm pale white. I'll be the center of attention. Ugh. I hated that. Being stared at all the time. It was bad enough when we got here my mom sent me out shopping. I swear everyone in the place was staring at me. If you want pm me your ideas of how to finish this.
Kyoko081093 · Sun Dec 30, 2007 @ 01:32am · 1 Comments |