MY STORY
Chapter Twelve

With my head bent down, I continue walking. My red long curls are loosely down and my green eyes are no longer green but blue. (not really blue, I’m just trying to be emotional here) Blue as in full of sadness and no life.

Ay yi yi! ¡Ay, Dios mio...he he he...I’m talking Spanish now…he he he…I kind of know Espanol so why not use it? ~_^

Anyway, where were we? Oh, okay. I’m supposed to be sad and depressed right now. Okay, here we go.

I just want to die! I know, I’ve been saying this for like many times now but I can’t think of anything to write. Care to suggest anything?

See, you don’t have any idea and so shut up, okay? (Sorry for being mean. I need this to make the story interesting)

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Are you mad yet?

You’re not? Okay.

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

What about now?

…he he he…good. So now, I’m not the only one who’s mad.

Still walking with my head bent down, I am thinking, what can I do to make Jack notice me again? To make him come to me? Any suggestions?

Go back to his house and ask for him…he he he…you gotta be joking!

What else?

Oh! I’ve got an idea! What about casting a spell on him? Good, eh? I’m just joking about that! Well, it’ll be a good idea but I don’t know the ingredients for it so I'll think of another way.

~sigh~ Forget it! I’ll think about it later.

~sigh again~ Ah, I’m back to my own house again, actually I’m in front of it now but wait! Oh my God!

Oh my God! There’s a car in the driveway…he he he…yeah, yeah, yeah, I know you’re thinking: "So? It’s only a car!" Well, this ain’t no ordinary car! It’s a black Porsche! It’s Jack’s car! And he’s inside it! I can see his blond head!

Well, that’s all for now, folks! Sorry if this part is short but there’ll be more soon! (I hope)…he he he…I’m so happy!

Hugs,
Rose Dawson

Chapter Thirteen
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