write a love story

“RJ wake up!! youre late, breakfast is served, take a bath, make it quick!!” it echoes in my ear every morning. It’s my second year in high school, every morning I wake up in the same routine. hearing my grandmother yell in a very stinging voice. I left the house with my bag on my back and my guitar on the right shoulder. I was running when I entered the school premises, “Oh no! I’m really late!”.
“Good morning I’m sorry, I’m late” I said to my teacher and my classmates, I hurriedly walk across the classroom and sat in my designated seat. My best friend jacqueline whispered to me, “You over slept again didn’t you?” “Sigh” was all I can answer. I don’t know why my instincts tell me to look behind me but I did, and I saw her staring at me, Ms. Fabulous, a smart and beautiful girl, of course let’s set aside her big chest, I think It is big for her heart to fit. I cannot believe she’s looking at me. The boring class ended in a blast, the teacher ask me to sing a song for them since I was late, without second thought I did, in my mind I always tell myself that this is just a training ground for me when I hit big time. So I grab my guitar and sing “I miss you love” by silverchair. As I was singing, my eyes captured the most tantalizing eyes I ever saw, Ms Fabulous was glaring at me. My heart starts to pump blood in a fast succession”lubdub,lubdub,lubdub” I can hear my heart as loud as my voice, I closed my eyes to overcome the situation, then my heart settled and everything went back to normal. I never look at her again while singing, It makes me nervous. In the end of the day news about me trembling while singing spread faster than a tsunami. They thought I was losing my thick-skinned face “haha” in a sarcastic way to them. While I was walking I remember the encounter I had with Ms. Fabulous and the “Lubdub,Lubdub” thing happened again! Without even knowing I’m already in front of my friend’s house, we have to practice 10 new songs for the upcoming acquaintance party for the freshmen. My friend owns a band studio so we usually go to him when practicing new songs.
Days went by, a letter was brought to our classroom by a senior student, it seems that he’s just a messenger. The letter was given to Ms. Fabulous, I was a bit jealous for I have no guts to give her letters or even say hi. But that day, I was jealous that I planned to approach her and talk to her(finally). When I approach her I was really out of words, “I don’t know why someone would waste time to write you a letter” I said. I can’t believe I said that! I’m such a fool! I was thinking of a joke to start a conversation but not this kind of joke. I don’t know what to do so I grab the letter and it was ripped apart. She was motionless and her face was beginning to change from a Ms. Fabulous to Ms. Scary monster. I ran as she was running after me. We both stopped near the soccer field of our campus, both catching our breathe and exhausted from running, I lay down on the fine grass then she approach me, I don’t care even if she hit me I’m too exhausted to stand up and run again. But I was surprised, she sat down beside me. “If the letter was from you, whoever rips it apart will be dead by now” then she laughed, those eyes that I saw when I was singing, I’m looking at them again. This time the feeling is different, now I’m comfortable looking at those beautiful eyes. After that incident, we always walk home together, we ride together, we talk, we laugh, we sing, and I never thought she was a talented singer, a lack of confidence and support hid her talent. If you look at her, she looks like a hottie who don’t know anything, but the fact that she’s one of the top ten in the class, no I mean in our whole batch, well I’m kinda in the middle, I have lots of co-curricular activities so I don’t study as much during my high school days. So the end of our curriculum excites everybody, but to me, It’s a horror I have to face. For one and a half month we will be apart. Our houses are miles away, and during summer my family spends our vacation in provinces, cellphones are not widely used back then “That’s the saddest part.”
-SUMMER-

I have to continue this later, sorry I have work to do. It’s not easy when patients keep my hands full.

Want! Want! Want! It’s like the story just wants to pop out of your head, but you do it injustice it by writing it poorly.

The cold blooded night cut through skin like knives, it went by so fast, it seems like it never happened. Yet, in one moment it was all gone. She feel into the sky, her ashes ascending to heaven in a way- word dance, and she, she was free.

The morning sun showered through me with a glowing light, peering through the two broad windows on either side of me. A man sitting directly across from me shifted in his seat as each one of my eyes opened, delighting, “Golly, ms. Walker, I was beginning to believe that you had died on me”. An inquisitive half smile instinctively came across my rounded face, as I replied, “Well, good morning Uncle”. I have been travelling across Canada ever since I could remember, so this morning discussion was not unordinary to me. Have I ever even lived in a real home? Maybe at some point, but the carriage I was riding on was all I could remember. From the inside of the carriage, it actrually resembled that of a real home, with its fine furnishings, and hand- carved embellishments. When I was a child I would pretend that I was a queen awaiting a royale ball. Pretending made things easier. I know this country from the easy flowing rivers of the Red river to the disappearing trails of Saskatchewan. Growing to the young- adult woman I am now, to be seventeen in two weeks, I have found i have gained so much more than I could ever learn on a stable foundation. I am not stuck in my own distant world, but in the world of others. Seeing each and ever tussle of land, every colour of the people on it, how these live and what they have gone through I see the world for what it is, something I am glad I am not apart of. Minutes later from my awakening, the carriage slowed down to an unsteady halt. In my absence of mind, we landed upon a city with little houses parading all around. My Uncle, his name being Uncle John, stepped out of the carriage, mumbling to himself, ” well now I guesse I should get that sly idiot”. He made his way up the mounted stairs to a litle blue house and red shutters.

just to write a good romance. i not looking to publish it but still just writing it and mabye sharing with few would be cool.

it’s almost done. :)

i’m beginning to believe that’s the only place love exists….in fairy tales….there is NO happily ever after. At this point, I’d settle for happily every once in a while.

is because inuyasha’s episodes r about love and stuff….. so i decided to write a love STORY…... and i finally acomplished one of my goals on watching a FULL INUYASHA EPISODE and lemme tell ya, THEY R SO TOUCHING!!! I ALMOST CRIED!!!!

I would love to write a masterpiece love story and then paint a picture about it.