Have you ever thought about what fiction is? Probably, such a question may seem surprising: and so everything is clear. Every person throughout his life has to repeatedly create the works he needs for specific purposes - statements, autobiographies, dictations - using not gypsum or clay, not musical notes, not paints, but just a word. At the same time, almost every person will be very surprised if he is told that he thereby created a work of fiction, which is very different from visual art, music and sculpture making. However, everyone understands that a student's essay or dictation is fundamentally different from novels, short stories, news that are created by professional writers. In the works of professionals there is the most important difference - excogitation. But, oddly enough, in a school literature course, you don’t realize the full power of fiction. So using our website in your free time discover fiction for yourself. Hydrangea by Danielle A. (most popular ebook readers TXT) 📖
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Just a few more minutes. I couldn't BEAR being in this class for any longer.
"C'mon c'mon c'mon. Any day now...hurry ma', I wanna go." I mumbled. Sadly...it took ten long minutes for "mom" to get here.The intercom filled the math room with loud british accent.
"Ms.Harvard?"
"Yes?"
"I need Denise Williams and Dominique Williams to check out, please."
"Uh..." She looked at me, then Dominique...then me again. "Will they be back?"
"Allow me to ask the lady." The lady? Social services? Ms.Dewey? As soon as she came back...she made me much to uncomfortable.
"Ms.Harvard. They will NOT be ever coming back to this rathole." Ohmygoodness...it IS Ms.Dewey.
"Well fine then. Get out Williams'."
"YES!" I whispered to myself.The intercom phone shut with a loud bang that disrupted class. But I've shot rockets in the class and Ms.Harvard did't notice. So the class shouldn't have flinched when it banged shut like that. My sister and I, well...me...not Dominique...rushed to pack our things. I was finally done, but my face went red when I noticed my butt was showing. And you know what that means...ALL the boys were staring.
"Stupid size ten." I muttered.
"Get out." Ms.Harvard ordered.
"Okay okay Ms.Aardvark wait a minute. Then you can suck up ALL your little ants in peace. Without anyone staring at your awkward wrinkly face."
"Hmph..."She murmered.
I pulled up my pants, grabbed my stuff and junk,and strutted out math class like a champion with dignity and pride.
"Hey Ms.Harvard...I told myself I would do this whenever I left and gave a teacher a hard time...t-t-t-thank you. F-f-f-for everything. I KNOW...that I've been kinda' been putting weights on your back. But uh...I apologize." She looked frazzled...almost confused. She cleared her voice...and tried to sound professional...sweet...and motherly. What an accomplishment...she sounded like Jazmyne....My mom.
"Well..uh...child...I mean Denise...I don't know what to say more but uhm...apology accepted."
" Thank you a whole lot Ms.Harvard...you won't regret this."
" I didn't figure you as this type of person...to say sorry. But I remember at the beginning of the the year...at the 'Come Meet Me' festival...you told us all a big secret. That you ask for forgiving when something is over. And today...you proved that. Good job kid."
" Thank-you."
" Goodbye Denise. I got your phone number." I blinked a few times.
" I know..." I do now. "Good-bye."
As soon as I reached the parking lot...my phone rang. I dug through my Louis Vuitton bag filled with cosmetics and found my android.
"God I need a new phone. Hello?"
"Hey...It's Darren." My boyfriend that I absolutely forgot about when I was inching to get out of Parkland High School.I coughed to try to make the nightmare go away...but I was in the real world. Where 97% is reality...and the other 3% was humanity.
"Hey boo. Ohhh....." That 'ohhh' was a indication of "Why am I beating around the bush? Why not just tell Darren so he can break up with me and go with this chick named Jordyn?" I guess I won't EVER call him boo again. Bummer...like sucks.
"Why are you moaning? Whats wrong?"
I took a deep breath." Darren...do you love me?"
"Uh...yes...with all my heart...your my number one...the only medication I'll EVER need."
"Oh lord. Darren I'm gonna' have a heart-attack." More like an heart-ACHE.
"Seriously?! I can take you to the hospital If you need. Lemme' just-"
"No Darren...I was just...joking. Well...will you hate me If I"
"NO...NEVER! NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS I LOVE YOU!" I began to cry. "Whats wrong?"
"Darren..."
"Yes?"
"I...I...I...I think...I think I'm moving back to California. Do you still love me?" The sound of his voice...I ached for it. "Darren?"
"Yes...I still love you."
"Huh? Why?"
"For one...I'm a caring person...so I understand. Two...I know how much you loath showing emotions of sadness...grief...or depression. You've got a reputation to maintain. And you crying for me...to ME...it is worth the WORLD to see. So it shows...that you love me also."
"I guess so..."
"But thats' GREAT news...cause my dad just lost his job so we're moving back to our hometown."
"Los Angeles,California. It's where we met."
"Exactly." Dominique came running out the school yelling..."SORRY IM LATE! I WASTED TWELVE MINUTES! SORRY!"
"Darren...I gotta' go. Ms.Dewey and Dominique are running out the school being chased by..." My voice trailed off and I laughed. So hard.
"You Darren...they're being chased by you."
Publication Date: 01-24-2012
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Dedication:
"I just wanna say...this is dedicated to Brandon...Nathan...and the 6 yr old that was shot. God bless you and I hope you are okay." -author P.S plus the 4 yr old that died...:(
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