the destiny of my lonesome girl by romancefreak101 (librera reader .TXT) 📖

my book bag. My feelings were flying today for one reason… and that was Victor.
He is the one person in my whole life that has made me feel this way. My stomach keeps turning into knots and I keep getting this feeling in my chest when ever he talks to me. It just…won’t stop.
When I was asleep I dreamed about him. I saw waterfalls and dears eating grass and birds flying and playing with each other and trees spread out everywhere hugging the breeze and there, sitting alone on a bench was Victor with his back towards me. His thick black moosed back hair shivered as the wind blew in his face. Then, out of no where he turned and looked at me and smiled while holding three lilies in his hand. He walked around the bench to me and our eyes instantly started holding each other’s gaze. I melted and he caught me as I fall into a daze. My hand hit my head and I made a high pitched sigh. He then went for my lips…and…and… and then I woke up. The end. The bell had woken me up. What a buzz kill, dang it! Why! Ooooh why!
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I went to my locker after history. As I got to my locker I spotted…no one. Victor wasn’t anywhere near here, so I packed everything in my book bag quickly and left before Victor had a chance to get to his locker. I ended up going home with almost any homework since it was Thursday and the fact that I had had a math/algebra test today-that’s where most of my homework comes from- made it so that I didn’t have as much work to do. What I did have to do for homework was to write about the movie I saw in history today.
I turned on my laptop and put my pajamas on for bed while it was loading. All that I was going to do on the laptop was look at what other people said about the movie since I slept through most of it in class.
As I opened my notebook I noticed an address on one of the pages. It had Victor’s name right above the address of the house. It was my handwriting, but I wasn’t sure what to do with it. I decided to just leave it there in the end. Afterwards, when I had finished my history homework, I looked back at the address for a closer inspection. I noticed that I recognized what neighborhood it had on it but I did not know about what street he was talking about. I gave up sooner than expected because there was no point in trying to solve an insolvable mystery. I fell asleep and dreamed about what house Victor might live in.
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Buzz! Buzz! I fell right out of bed in the morning and on to the floor. “Oooww…” I said as I rubbed my bed head hair and grunted. I immediately threw my clock across my room. It landed on the floor…not quite making it to my wall since I felt so weak. I grunted again and hit my head on the floor! I had expected my pillow to be there but as I looked up at my bed I spotted my pillow still on it. I could already tell this was going to be a long Friday.
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Victor didn’t show up at his locker… he didn’t even show up for homeroom. I guess it really didn’t matter since Mr. Crosby always fell asleep while trying to read a newspaper. He had woken up though yesterday when the bell rang for us to leave but nobody bothered to wait for him to see who was here or wasn’t here because truthfully, we all new Mr. Crosby was to shy to go beyond a lecture. As the bell rang today, Mr. Crosby was forced to try to get all the names he could down for attendance. I contemplated with my self for about ten seconds but instead of leaving I went over to Mr. Crosby and told him I was here even though he would have just checked me off anyway.
“Oh. Hello…” he paused
“Laraine,” I finished for him
“Yes, Laraine, don’t worry about yesterday I put everyone as attended.” Already knew that. He always did that.
“I know, I just wanted to tell you who wasn’t here.” How stupid could I have been to make the worst excuse ever! I was going to get Victor in trouble if I didn’t shut up soon.
“Well, who are they?” he asked
I finally decided to tell him since it was the only thing I could think of doing. I didn’t want to lie to Mr. Crosby and I surely didn’t want a bad reputation with him. After he said his thanks and I gave my you’re welcomes I left the classroom. As soon as I was out of sight from Mr. Crosby I dashed to my next class in hopes of seeing Victor. When I got to my next class for some reason I was giddy when I spotted Victor at last. I felt a huge wave of relief and guilt for what I had done.
I sighed from the exhaustion I felt after my running all the way from class to class. When I finally didn’t feel sweaty anymore I thought about asking all these possibly difficult questions to victor. Where were you? Why weren’t you in homeroom? Did you meet someone you like and have decided to completely forget about school and me? Yah, I was definitely going to keep that last part to myself.
Victor was talking to a mixed group of jocks and other types of people. I only happened to notice the jocks and cheerleaders in front of him because they both normally wear there school pride as in the jocks big jackets and the girls red cheerleading uniforms. By the time I sat down and got all my supplies out for school today which consisted of a pencil and a notebook Victor had already strode over to his desk, sat down, and was staring straight at me. He looked at me with a face I couldn’t quite understand. What, did he need some homeroom notes that I sure enough didn’t get?
He put his elbow on his desk so that he could then rest his cheek on his balled up hand. After that he decided to cock his head to one side making his hair shimmer even more which granted some loud gasps and sighing gestures, mostly from girls. It was amazing how he could woo everyone with a slight twitch of his perfectly veined neck.
He abruptly stopped my thoughts when he smiled at me. He was bemused, at me! Wait a minute… he was waiting for me to ask him where he had been! I was speechless.
I had so many questions in my head yet I couldn’t seem to say them out loud. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Again I tried to say something, anything, but nothing came out. I was beginning to feel like Mr. Crosby. Overwhelmed by so much attention not only by Victor but by the rest of the class, that most likely wasn’t staring at me. I was on center stage and I had forgotten my lines already.
With that thought I shut my mouth and turned my body back to the front of the class. I tried to ignore Victor’s eyes even when they were burning holes through my wall of privacy. When I did catch a glimpse of his face again he looked puzzled this time. No. That wasn’t good enough. He had his eyes fixed on me and only me. They were squinting right at me. It seemed as if he were trying to look inside of me. How did he think that would work in a million years? Maybe it worked if you were an angel, which with my luck he probably was.
The bell finally rang and I instantly focused on Mr. Farrell. I had hoped Victor would do the same but he didn’t. He just kept staring at me as if I were a beautiful statue of a naked man/woman. Mr. Farrell had plans on giving a lecture today and I lived for those. Also, it would help me in this class a lot since my current grade was a ‘D+’. Instead I was disappointed in the fact that I had to copy forty vocabulary words as he decided it would just help us even more during his lecture. I felt like all of Mr. Farrell’s spoken words were in a different language because for one thing I had to get forty words down in my notebook and had Victor building two holes in the left side of my head from his piercing eyes. He officially wasn’t worried about our pop quizzes and notebook checks. I kept thinking to myself “don’t blow up, don’t blow up, don’t blow up”. Finally when the bell rang I felt exasperated and sighed almost louder than the bell. Mr. Farrell said it wasn’t polite and that he could give me lunch detention for that. He didn’t.
I walked quickly out of class hoping those eyes would stop peering at me. Unfortunately, they weren’t going anywhere but with me the whole day. Everywhere I went those eyes were following in class, in the halls, and at lunch while I was in line. Once I got to history I couldn’t stand it anymore and exploded. Right when I got in the classroom I turned around and almost screamed “What!” that didn’t work to well since Victor wasn’t exactly here yet. There was a small boy behind me who started crying and ran out of the classroom door. My history teacher didn’t exactly take my yelling to lightly either. He asked me to come to his desk and I got a nice long ‘chat’ about what was appropriate and what wasn’t and some other things I bothered to listen to.
When I walked to my desk I wasn’t all that surprised as to see him. He must have heard what we were talking about or at least saw me with the teacher and decided to pretend like nothing had happened. He had been writing something down when I came to my seat and I thought it was for me. I was wrong. I had sat down right when the teacher called for our essays to be passed forward.
When Victor passed his assessment to me I couldn’t help but notice his cursive handwriting. I was dumbfounded. I mean people wrote in cursive all the time just not like this. Teenagers were too slow and adults wrote in cursive way too quickly. This looked as if it copied each word from the other. I can’t even tell where some words ended and new words began. It stayed in between the lines and flowed marvelously. That was the only reason coming between me and reading his essay, other than the fact that I had to pass it up.
Coming to real life I stood up abruptly and walked over to the person sitting two seats in front of me. I handed him Victor and I’s papers and walked back to my seat. This time as I was walking back I noticed Victor was staring at something… thankfully it wasn’t me. I sat down and couldn’t help my overpowering desire to know what he was so intrigued about rather than me. So that’s when I just slightly looked to my left without moving my head to see a group of unfriendly girls-that rudely pushed me aside in the