A Story Becoming Reality, Patricia Galindez [simple ebook reader .TXT] 📗

Still in the process of finishing my book that I was reading today, my mom came in. I was positive that I knew what was going to happen now.

My mom spoke with a questioning look on her face."Leah, I was informed that you weren't in one of your classes today. Why is that? Were you skipping?" I knew it.

I put my poker face on."No, I wasn't skipping. My teacher sometimes mistakes that I'm not there, but I was," I lied like I've been doing all my life. And like the most gullible people I know, my parents believed me. But the talk was not over yet.

"Okay. But, seriously Leah, if you even consider skipping classes, there will be consequences. You know skipping is wrong, and skipping will affect your chances of going to a good Collage. I know your a good girl and would never do that."

I stared at her with my poker face still up, "Yeah, whatever, you can go now. I don't want to hear you with your lectures, your not my therapist you know." If anyone had a mom like mine, they wouldn't want to listen to anything they say. All she does is lecture, lecture, and lecture like there's no fucking tomorrow. I know that she's wants what's best for me, but god, turn down the lecture, please.

"Fine, but remember what I said," she then left my room without another word. Right, like I could forget, it's basically recorded into my brain. I sighed; going back to my reading.

When I was done, I had nothing better to do. Although, I still needed to continue on my story that I've been working for about a month now. Grabbing the pile of papers that were in my drawers, I went to my bed, and got comfy. Now, I started to brain storm.

In one hour of just sitting there, I came up with nothing. I seriously hate writers block. What I really need is some inspiration, and listening to music usually does the trick. I put my Ipod on shuffle, and started playing Tide Began to Rise by Demon Hunter. I remembered how listening to this song made me cry when I was down. It reminded me that sometimes I thought I never belonged in the world. It reminded me that I would always feel alone.

While listening to the song, I still got nothing, so I gave up on this story. Besides, I felt like this story wasn't going anywhere. I have to come up with something new and more exciting, enjoyable even, but what ever I'll come up with something soon.

I always thought I had potential as a writer. My earlier stories I've created came out as a good success. Though, for me to create a good story, I need like a strong inspiration, or it may pop in my head out of nowhere.

Much later, I heard my stomach growl. Of course I haven't eaten almost all day. I got off my bed, heading to the kitchen. I really didn't want to eat a big meal, so I just got a snack of strawberry Pop-Tarts. Like always, I saw my parents in the second living room working their heads off. All they ever do is work that they don't have time for anything anymore. It wasn't always like this, they use to have time for me when I wanted to talk when I felt too lonely. But now I feel even more alone since they barely have time to talk to me.

I remember the times when we would sometimes bond. But now, every time I tried to at least have a conversation with them, they would snap at me, telling me that they have no time for talking.

I actually miss the old days.

Exiting the kitchen with my Pop-Tart in my hand, I took a last look at my parents before heading to my room. Sitting down at my computer, it reminds me that I still didn't come up with a new story yet. I sat down on my chair, clicking the icon for the internet, and a few seconds later the window popped up. Going to the site where I usually go to, which is where you can blog, post pictures, add people as friends, almost like Facebook, but different. This site is for people who have problems in life, and they're here to chat up with the ones who go through the same things they do. I have like one real friend on here that I can chat with for hours.

I had a notification, meaning I received a message.

I clicked on it, and it was from a user named Stop_The_Pain. That was my friend that I always talk to, Ivy. Ivy has shared with me that she gets bullied at school, only because she was different. She mentioned that boys lead her on, then brakes her heart. Boys are horrible when they feel no guilt when they brake girls hearts on purpose. I would imagine that if something like that would happen to me, I wouldn't want to find love again.

I opened the message from Ivy.

Hey Leah, I have to say that today was the worst day of my life. I got beat up by those bullies again, I got lunch food dumped on me, and of course my current boyfriend was only dating me because of a bet. I actually felt something for him for the past month, but whatever, I decided to give up on love.

The majority of her messages are like this, saying what goes wrong in her life, and some of them just makes me cry or just anger me because of what these bullies do to her. Who would want to live like that.

I clicked on the reply button and typed:

It's a real shame , I just wish I could do something for you. I know you already did something for me. But just keep your head up, and something good may come out of it sooner or later.

Then pressed the Send button.

Since I hardly make friends at school, it's easier to make some online. Ivy and I known each other three months ago, and we've become very close, more like sisters.

“Leah!” I sigh, getting up from my chair to see what my mom wanted.

I spotted mom in the living room with dad. “Yeah mom?” I asked.

“Your dad and I are going to go out selling, so you'll be here for a few hours.”

“Yeah, whatever,” I responded. They always go out to work for hours that I hardly see them home anymore. The only one that keeps me company now is my pet bunny, Blue. I call her Blue because her fur has a dull blue color. I thought she was special since I never seen a bunny like her before. So, as soon as I laid my eyes on her, I knew I wanted to take her home with me.

“Okay, we'll be back soon,” said my dad. They walked out the door, and now I'm all alone. Well, not completely alone. I walked Blue's cage, letting her out. I carried her in my arms as I walked back to my room.


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As the sun began to rise, I didn't have the desire to get up from my warm comforting bed. I didn't want to open my eyes and enter the world of reality. I felt like I was in a death-like state. Though it would have been better if I was dead, that way I never have to wake up to a cruel world.

I eventually got up from my bed and headed to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, I saw my reflection. It showed an ugly emotionless girl. Her eyes looking like there's no life left in them; all there is to see is just dull brown empty eyes.

After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I got my dark skinny jeans, oversized black T-shirt, my favorite purple jacket with black zebra stripes, and checkered white and blue Vans. Like any other day, I skipped breakfast again since I wasn't hungry. So, I just went straight to the car waiting for dad to come.

He showed showed up after five minutes of waiting, then began to drive me to school. I grabbed my Ipod and played Three Days Grace – World So Cold, of course that's how I would describe the world. Being so into the song, I haven't noticed that I arrived to school. Turning off my Ipod, I put it in my pocket, getting out of the car. Knowing that school is just starting in a few minutes, I just hope that it goes by quick.

Photography always got me interested, so the class didn't bother me much. Though, the only thing that did bother me was the teacher; she would always be in her pissy mood. She would lecture us about how students these days are always irresponsible because we don't do some of our work, or forget to do our homework on the day that is due.

Walking through the door of the room, I went to sit on my assigned seat. Now in this class I'm pretty much a loner just like some of my other classes. As everyone chatted away, Ms. Fernandez called to silence.

“Okay everyone, take out your pictures you've printed from a historical event and the essay of the history behind it.”

Being the stupid forgetful me, I forgot to do the assignment. How fucking swell.

Note the sarcasm.

As Ms. Fernandez collected the homework and came to me, she noticed I didn't have mine out.

"Now, where's your homework you were suppose to do, Leah?” she asked, crossing her arms and preparing herself to lecture me with the look in her eye that I hate seeing.

Without making eye contact, I whispered, “I forgot to do it.”

“That's what I thought you'd say. It's the same excuse every time. You're just so irresponsible, and all you had to do was this easy assignment. I mean, how are you going to get through your life because it requires to be responsible? I'm telling you, you're not going to have a future if you keep this up.” She gave me a look that makes me feel embarrassed, guilt, anger, and worthless because it was true. More embarrassed since she was doing this in front of the whole class that was now looking at us like we were preforming a magic show. Guilt for not doing it while everyone else did. Worthless because that's how I always feel. And anger since this happened before in my life, and this emotion was there. This whole homework thing is what started my anger issues since I was little.

The thing that I see with teachers is that some of them crave to