The SnapBack ||n.h.||

Chapter 35

So I haven't been on freaking twitter since like two weeks ago. And like I'm going through all the boy's tweets and I'm like hmm, okay. Then I go to nialls and I see he FREAKING TWEETS ABOUT ARIANA GRANDE AND LIKE I KNOW THAT'S LIKE AN "eh" to MOST PEOPLE BUT LIKE TO EVEN SEE THAT MAKES ME SCREAM AND OU MY GOD YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW FREAJING HARD I SCREAMED MY MOM CAME TO MY DAMN ROOM TO ASK WTF HAPPENED AND OH MG GDOSHSVEIWJWVHWISBBEIWUEBENEIBWHENHEJEJEJSKALWJEVEVEB
LESSON LEARNED : NEVER TAKE TWO WEEKS OFF OF TWITTER BC SOMETHING LIKE THAT CAN HAPPEN OFMVBSKAJSD S S.

:')

okay sorry.
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As my eyes fluttered opened, I almost panicked at my surroundings. This wasn't my room. Instead there was a closed window, curtains pulled open, and gray clouds seen from here. A regular sized television ontop of a dresser, and a closet.

I sighed once I remembered everything - yesterday.

God, I can't think about yesterday.

Crawling off the bed, I grabbed my bag and searched for a change of clothes. After a quick shower and changing, I rummaged through my bag and frowned when I saw something I never even put in here.

It was my book, my private thoughts - my journal?

Just plain ole paper and a whole lot of ink on each and every page. I had stopped using this a while ago for a couple of reasons. One being everything going on and second the suddenly lost interest in what I once loved - music.

Though my interest of music had not completely gone away, the feeling I once had wen I wrote songs was not there. There was no longer any feeling, emotion, or inspiration to write.

It had all drifted away.

How could that happen?

That is yet to have an answer.

Flipping through the pages, my eyes stopped on a ridiculous song about the sun I probably wrote during study hall in school.

School.

The though about school made my heart ache. Even if school was not my favorite place on earth, it still was somewhere I knew I was young. Now I'm old, and no school. School was a place where we were taught things, but now as I've finished my twelve years of learning , and PRE-K, what was left?

Nothing.

The sudden patter of rain droplets falling onto the window drowned away my thoughts to reality. You can't turn back time. So instead of moping around of history, I concentrated on today's reality.

To be completely honest, I was just stalling in here to not face whatever lies behind the barrier of these four walls. The date, the
boy, the truth.

It scared me.
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Following chapter is a flashback to the rest of what happened the night before.

I had freaking tests every single week, oh my god. Is school stressing anyone of you out, too? Because it certainly is for me.

Oh my god yesterday's episode of The 100 was asdghkslsl. Just wished there was more Bellarke scenes... (Does anyone watch the 100?)