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Post by jazzmyne alicia roan. on Mar 8, 2011 20:03:27 GMT -5
October 5th
Great! Just fantastic! Wasn't this day just wonderful? Wait. You won't answer. You won't know my sarcasm, either. You're a freaking book. Aimless sheets of paper Miss Mays says I should write in to help control my emotions. What a stupid idea.
So I guess I should write down what happened? Can't see how it helps, but whatever.
This new girl arrived in my English class, today. Her name was Hazelle... Hazelle... somethingorother. I can't remember her last name. Anyways, the only seat left in the room was the desk adjoining to mine. No one will sit there because no one wants to get shocked, but the girl had no choice and she didn't know what a danger I am. So she sat down, and smiled at me, and we kind of laughed and giggled as Mrs. Jerard went on and on about poetry and the descriptive, specific language poets use and other stuff like that. Then she turned all of the lights off and put some video on. It was this guy telling a story, she said he was a famous poet. Anyways, the story was pretty decent I guess, but it was... creepy. Really creepy. Turns out the guy who was 'speaking', or the story was about, killed his Dad because of an eye. And towards the end of the story it got really intense, with the narrator yelling. I was freaked out.
When the lights went back on, Hazelle touched my arm and started me, and I lost control when I looked at her. The poor girl screamed and passed out and had to be sent to the nurse's office. I didn't see her for the rest of the day. I doubt I'll ever speak to her again.
Isn't life great?
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