The Other Side of Me, Natalie M. Wood [i read book TXT] 📗
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- Author: Natalie M. Wood
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Hands shake me awake, “Angel! Hurry up you’ll make us late again!”
“W-what?” I groggily say to my best friend, whom thanks to much persuasion on my part, I was now living with in the cramped apartment that we bought. I open my eyes and see that she’s only a half inch away from my face, her pricing green eyes gazing into mine.
I put my hand on her face and push her away and grunt out, “Ugh, toothpaste, breath mint, dog poop
, anything to help your breath! Please, I’m begging!” She rolls her eyes at my comment, and walks out of our room to leave me to get dressed.
Quickly I through on a shirt and some bright red skinny jeans and glance at the mirror to make sure I looked good.
I have Shoulder length black hair, and light blue eyes, a few pesky Freckles around my nose, but otherwise I looked fine. The shirt I was wearing had Pooh Bear on it, and It was kind of odd that I was wearing it, because it always gave me bad luck, but whatever. I didn’t have time to change, anyway
“Hurry up!” I hear Ally shout from the kitchen. I hurly grab my bag for school, and head off towards the door where we meet up. We walk to her car and suddenly I stop, because something seems amiss. Its then I see the outline of a person, crouched behind her car. Something glints in the pale overcast light. It was a knife!
"ALLY WAIT STOP!"I shout, just as the figure starts to move forward. It seems that right then everything slows down. The man shoves the knife into Ally's ribcage, her face a mask of horror, blood spills over her crisp white shirt, and there she falls on the frozen ground forever. Dead. Gone. The figure shifts his gaze to mine and his eye are white, the type of white from the first frost over a freshly cut lawn. Then blackness enfolds over me.
~*~
I can hear voices, all blurred together, mixing into nonsense. I can see colors, making odd shapes in the deathly ghost of the world. I can't think, one word form through the fog. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone.
Publication Date: 01-25-2011
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Dedication:
For everyone who has lost someone.
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