☆ La Forza Del Destino ☆

I found grandma, asleep on the couch with the TV still turned on. A smile crept along my face as I covered her with a blanket. Storming upstairs with my tremendously heavy bag, I poured its contents onto my bed. Storms and hurricanes brewed outside, but I cannot seem to pull away from my fairly interesting book to care about it. I did not hear the knocks or the creaking sound of my door opening.

“ Elize dear, you should be asleep or you won’t wake up tomorrow for school, come on.” Grandma took away all the books and set them on my desk.

“Goodnight, dear. Sweet dreams.”

She switched off the lights and went out. I took off my glasses, set the alarm clock and lay silently on my bed. Thinking about what grandma said, sweet dreams, I had never have a dream before, as in sleeping dreams, not once. I have not told anyone about it though, not even grandma. Deep in thought, I fell asleep unknowingly.

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“ Give it back.” I demanded. My beautiful morning crashed when I found one of my thumb drives missing, it contained that week’s assignments that I have completed. For a seventeen-year-old “boy”; Jules was as childish as a twelve-year-old. Most of my missing homework linked to him in one way or another. Without having a second thought, I went up to him and his cronies, “ Give it back.” I repeated.

For a fourteen-year-old, I was considered pretty brave to stand up to the most popular guy in school. Okay, okay, you might ask what am I doing in eleventh grade, right? Well, it’s a long story, lets just say I am very clever, okay? Back to my thumb drive please!

“ What? Speak up girl, I can’t hear you.” He snickered

“ Then you might want to get a hearing aid, you’re as deaf as a post.” I retorted.

His smile faded, “ You think you so clever, huh? Clever kids are geeks and they are…unattractive. So Red, you think I took your thumb drive huh, prove it.”

I had never thought of myself as pretty, but no girl can stand being called ugly either. At least girls can cover it up with make-up; boys can’t, unless they are gay or something. Everyone calls me Red (Is it because of my hair, no? Glasses?) I do not know why though.

“ I didn’t tell you what I lost, how did you know that it’s a thumb drive, huh?”

He looked a little lost for words, I pulled a red ribbon sticking out of his pocket, attached to it; my thumb drive! Giving him a scornful look, I snatched my thumb drive back and walked away from the nosey growing crowd.

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*peace* Just a little something I wrote on my old com...now dead; RIP.

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