real experiences

La Gr people and they're tendencies are so annoying,

A girl in (like) with a guy Will ether go to all lengths to get him to notice her or spend a couple months trying to get over him, but then in those very common situations you don't get over him. he's just always there every time you look around. when you speak to him you say the wrong thing and you want desperately for him to look at you in a different way then common,. But he never does and then you graduate, never seeing him again but you always remember.

Music

why do people judge you by what kind of music you listen to,

the other day I walked into my Multi Media Class and this guy out of the blue asked me if I liked Nirvana (he was wearing Nirvana shirt obviously a fan,) I of corse answer honestly saying I knew like one of their songs, which is true I only know smells like Teen spirit. He looked at me as if I was strange and then asked what kind of music I listened to, I said Alternative Rock such as Blink 182, Panic at the disco and Fall out boy, but it struck me odd when he gave me a look, so my question is why do people judge by what kind of music you listen to?

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no name at the moment kinda middle part but its ok

"why do we have to go to school?" I thought to myself as I walked down the teenage infested hallway, seeing all the faces of the hormone infested people that I saw the day before and the day before that and so on, Pounding my Feet on the same Ugly linoleum that was discolored from the shoes thats been stuffing it up since the early 1990s. "There's no point in me being hear!" I murmured to myself, The preps turned toward me with they're judgy little eyes since when is it a crime to talk to yourself, "what the hell are you looking at?!" I screamed over the people, with a scoff they rolled their eyes and turned back to their stupid conversation. Glaring at their backs my anger rose even more, they act as if they're royalty, as if I couldn't look at them unless it was with jealousy pathetic. as I rounded the corner my anger disappeared and relief was in its place. "Isaac!" I screamed over the heads of the tall Seniors. I started running toward him, it must not of look very attractive concreting I can't really run right but I didn't care his face just seemed to bring joy to me, it lifted my heart up. it had always been this way with him, he was always the fire to my Ice, the light to my dark, at least in my own eyes. Maybe his to? He stood there with his arms wide as I ran into them. he Embraced me as if he was my boyfriend, but both of us knew that wasn't true, I felt so safe in his arms with his body heat warming my own body. he bent down to my ear as I hugged him tight not wanting this to end, "Bad Morning?" he asked in his deep suave voice in my ear. I could only imagine how we looked, hugging in the middle of the hallway, I felt the stares on my back. "Its always a bad morning in this hell." I giggled quietly, he laughed a little as well even though we both knew it was a bad joke. he broke the hug first and pulled me back so that we where looking into each others faces, I have no idea what he saw, just a plain girl with light brown hair, deep brown eyes and pale skin, there's no way he could like what he saw but I liked what I saw. his eyes, showed all his emotion, they where like reading a book, to me he was a open book when I looked in those beautiful blue eyes, they where like a frozen pond in the dead of winter, with a very very thin layer of ice on top. they had this slivery ting to them but that interested me I could look into them all day if he wouldn't find it weird, he had pale skin as well but it was nothing like mine his was more translucent it almost glowed, his boyish complexion just made him that more attractive, not to mention his beautiful smile, he made even me want to smile, he was dressed down today simply in dark wash jeans, a white tee shirt, and a huge black sweat shirt that covered his skinny fame giving the appearance he was bigger then he really was, it was the style of every guy at the school but Isaac wasn't wearing this to fit in it was just to be comfy. "did that make it any better?" he asked referring to the hug, adding a dazzling smile. I smiled back "doesn't it always?" I asked back, as soon as I said that all of the emotion dropped from his face. he just looked into my eyes and ever so slightly moved forward toward my face, millions of thoughts fled to my head (omg I think he's going to kiss me, does my breath smell ok?, I hope it does, is this a joke? god I want to kiss him.) his face came closer, closing my eyes, using the toes of my feet to bring myself up to his height. I had always loved Isaac and he was about to show me that he felt the same, I could feel his breath now, I could feel that he was hesitant but determined. I felt his heat now, any second now I would - "Isaac! Willow!" my eyes flash open, still in Isaac's arms but he's now looking in the direction in which his name was called, he moved a step away from me quickly as we saw Emerson Mendez walking towards us swiftly, Her red curls bounced as she started to move faster though the crowd, she was my best friend all of last year and the years before, we used to share everything, from cloths to makeup, but our friendship ended when we both shared something that didn't want to be shared, our love for Isaac, "hey Em how are you today?" Isaac said as she approached us, she rapped herself around him giving him an affectionate hug, his was more hesitant, she smiled at me with victory over his shoulder. I glared at her. "I'm Great Isaac as I always am." her eyes darted to me. "Willow Darling don't glare your face might get stuck like that," she gave her menacing smirk, I never understood why she always called me Willow until last year, it was a joke between her and Isaac because I was always a downer so they renamed me after the weeping willow, so I came up with my own nickname for her, "Thanks for caring Lucy, I'll just find another face that says I hate you." I laughed slightly, she hated when I called her that, it was what I thought would be the female name for lucifer, because to me she was the devil. now she was the one to glare at me, I kept smiling then looked at Isaac to see what his reaction to all this was, he seem bewildered of all things, he didn't know what was going on, as far as he knew we were still best friends. "Thats Em's new Nice name." i informed him. "come on we have English." I flashed on last smile at Emerson taking Isaac's hand and Practically skipped down the hall. I won this Battle, I would most likely win the war.

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