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@zoeysharma
Gotta say, I’m a bit disappointed the school didn’t burn down in my absence. I was looking forward to a vacation to recover from the last few weeks. I guess two days works, but if I’m not there on Tuesday then you know what happened.
You know, I'm starting to think that you're a little too obsessed with taking vacations, how in the world was the Summer not enough?
[He loosens his grip slightly, but doesn’t let go of her completely. His eyes are still narrow as he stares down at her.] Just answer the fucking question, Zoey.
[Zoey closes her eyes, willing herself to not cry, to do anything but cry in public. But as he continued to hold on to her arm she found it more and more difficult not to. It wasn't even the fact that he was holding on, it was the fact that she couldn't handle it. That all it took was someone to hold onto her arm for more than a few seconds for her to begin to crumple. For a split second she thought about forcing him to let go, kicking him or hitting him- anything to get him to let go. But Zoey could never hurt anybody, no matter how much she joked about hitting people with a shovel, or kicking them in the shin. At the end of the day she just couldn't do it, it was too close to home. She shook her head, taking a deep breath while trying to think about what his question even was. What the fuck is your problem. Zoey was silent for a while, thinking about that question and eventually she found herself staring up at him, her eyes just as narrow as his as something in her just-snapped.] What's my problem? you want to know what my fucking problem is? Okay, Daniel. I'll tell you my problem. My problem is it's not fair that the good people get hurt. It's not fair that no matter how or who you are, people still hurt you. The fact that some people choose to hurt other people is my problem, okay? that people can just get away with it. Easter deserved so much more than that, Daniel. And getting a stain on your t-shirt isn't even close to revenge. What? do you think me throwing a drink on your designer clothing could be the worst thing someone can do? because it isn't. Fuck, it isn't even close. [She becomes silent and only then does she realise that she had begun to cry. She looks away and quickly wipes at her eyes before speaking again] Are you happy, are you satisfied? will you let go of me now?
Does anyone have an ice pack?
Yeah, someone’s already suggested that, but is the nurse around during summer vacations or what?
That's good, then. A big improvement from the stuff I hear people around here say. Um, I think so. It would surprise me if she wasn't, people do crazy stuff on vacation. Would be bad if she wasn't here to help them, at least for them it would.
"Kami sent me a care package and the entire thing was full of condoms. She’s thirteen. Who lets a guppy buy condoms?"
Someone that must not care about age, really.
Does anyone have an ice pack?
Or any knowledge on black eyes?
No, I don't have an ice pack sorry. I've never had a black eye before, so i can't say I have much knowledge about it. Just that you should maybe get the nurse to check it out.
So I’ve fucking been told, ‘bout time you caught up with everyone. [His voice is laced with sarcasm, despite the venom that they spat. When she turns, his eyes are narrow, a slight look of confusion taking over his features until the drink is in his lap. He stands, perhaps out of shock more than anything, before grabbing her arm to keep her from leaving.] What the fuck is your problem? I haven’t done shit to you.
Ugh, what in the hell does anyone even see in you. Do you infect them with some eye disease or something?! [The next bit was a blur to Zoey. She was ready to leave, but found that she couldn't. He had hold of her. The words that left his mouth didn't even register in her mind because all she was focused on was the hand gripping her arm. She stared at it in horror, and all the colour drained from her face] W-What are you.....let go of me, Daniel.
If you say so. But don’t be surprised if I go postal one day because too many people gave me a hug. There’s a high probability that that will happen.
Good to hear you aren't denying it. Okay, I'll try not to be too surprised. But don't be surprised if I come searching for you just in case you left without telling me. How many people have hugged you so far? [she mumbles] And could you really blame us? I think most of us would rather hug you and take the chances of you killing us then not.
That would be one talented baby if he was, but I’m pretty sure he would be much too young for the material he’s spitting out now.
I'm sure that would give everyone something to talk about. Baby comes out of womb cracking jokes. But, of course, there is the small fact that a baby actually coming out of the womb talking at all is impossible. Screaming, yes, but talking? not so much.
.....Right, then.
Honesty is good, I appreciate honesty in opinions and everything else so *shrugs* I don’t have a problem, you can talk as much as you’d like. I’ve been told I’m a pretty good listener. *big over exaggerated gasp* Oh God, the windows, how could I forget? *nods* It’s in Surrey. It’s countryside, but not if you get what I mean? *tilts his head to one side* The US or the school?
I guess it depends on what we're being honest about. Like, that might be your favourite shirt and I might be honest with you and say that I think it's ugly, then you might get upset. Then, honestly isn't all that good because I made you feel bad. I tend to use honesty in good and bad ways. Nice to know that I have your approval, but even if I didn't I'd still speak my mind as much as I wanted to. I think I'm a good listener, though it's best if I like the person who I'm listening to. [she smiles] I don't know, maybe you're suffering from memory loss. Surrey, another place I haven't heard of. Hm, no I don't really understand. I'd probably need to see a picture to understand. Both?
But I’m lazy.
We don't necessarily have to leave your room to do something, I guess. I can get us some food, get some of your other friends to come and we can watch something. Is that better?
[a soft smile appears on her lips] Thank you. That’s so sweet of you to say. I’m Ella.
It's no problem at all, really. I wasn't intending on being sweet, I'm just telling you the truth. But thanks. Nice to meet you Ella, I'm Zoey.
"I couldn’t exactly put a steak knife in his leg, it was a nice restaurant they didn’t want blood on the carpet. My dad already knew how horrendous it would be, but you see my mother is an entirely different story. She likes his family and his status and so she’ll push it until she finds someone better. But at least now darling Hammy knows not to push my buttons."
That does make perfect sense, as it probably would drive the customers away. Is that something she does often? because if it is I really am feeling quite sorry for you. It must get annoying. That's good, so he should.
I'll sell my soul for oreos.
I’m positive, Zoey. *smiles reassuringly* It’s okay. *nods* Yeah, they think because I’m pregnant my belly’s kind of a free for all, which it isn’t but hey. It’s cool feeling him kick. You wanna feel? *nods, a smile coming back to her face and her eyes lighting up as she thinks of him* Mmhm! Theodore Joshua. He’s due sometime in August. Hopefully he’ll let me get to my due date. Hopefully. *nods seriously* Yes, food. Food is good.
Okay, if you say so. That's no good, do you ever tell me that it isn't? and well that's nice. Oh, no thank you. That's a nice name, Theodore Joshua. Any reasons for those names in particular? and that's soon. Are you nervous? and yeah, hopefully. Food is very good. Maybe something a bit more filling than oreos and peanut butter, though.
[He lets out an exasperated sigh, running a hand over his face.] No, I don’t fucking know that because you’re not fucking speaking English. So you want to try that again?
[She narrows her eyes at him before stepping closer, basically hovering over him] Okay, then. I'll make it more easier for that tiny brain of yours to comprehend. You are a horrible person. You're cruel and selfish and a down right asshole. The worst part about it is that you honestly fooled me into thinking you weren't any of those things. But you, Daniel, are all those things. And I hope one day you get to taste your own medicine. [She turns to walk off, but then thinks again and turns back around] Oh, and another thing.
[He loosens the tie around his neck, folding himself into a chair in the commons. A sigh escapes his lips as he hears someone approaching, but he doesn’t bother to look up.] Yeah? What is it?
[Zoey walked around with a drink in her hand, deciding to take a walk as she had nothing better to do. As soon as she saw Daniel, though, she wished she hadn't. She angrily stormed up to him and before she could stop and think she was spitting out words in a venomous manner] Maiṁ vāstava mēṁ abhī ēka phāvaṛā kē sātha āpa hiṭa karanā cāhatē haiṁ. You're a Gaandu, you know that?!
Angus & Julia Stone || Big Jet Plane
How am I blinding myself? I don’t understand.
You'd understand if you agreed to do something for your birthday.
