Yolanda POV
Beep Beep Beep Beep
I slowly opened my eyes. My purple room appeared before my eyes. It's magic. NOT. I had a gut
feeling today was going to be a good day. I smelt bacon and eggs cooking. MMM mom must be up
already.
I ran to the bathroom and washed my face and ran down the stairs.
"Morning Mom"
"Morning Yolanda sweetie"
"Where's Dad?"
"He left for work already"
"Oh"
"You probably should get ready, you don't want to be late for your fist day of school do you?"
I scarfed down my bacon and eggs as fast as I could. I probably should introduce myself. Hi I'm
Yolanda and I'm 14 years old. I have dark brown/blackish waist long wavy hair. I'm preety average.
I'm tan skinned, medium brown eyes ringed with dark brown, framed with long lashes, pinkish
plump lips, and mouth dimples. Mouth dimples is a word I created for the dimples at the corner of
your mouth when you smile. Not everyone have them. I ran up the stairs to my room.
Crap forgot to say good morning to Eric Dill." Morning Eric Dill, I love you. I made my way to
my closet to pick out my clothes. I dress according to my mood and I'm feeling sort of bubbly and
girly today. Should I wear my pink or black Hello Kitty shirt. I chose the pink Hello Kitty and my black
skinny jeans with my black converse. Crap its 7:10. I practically ran to the bathroom to take a
shower. After I came out I towel dried my hair, put on my clothes and did my makeup.
Now don't think I'm a slut or anything, all I do is a brown eye liner and lip gloss. I grabbed my ipod
from the charger and played Bring me to Life by Evanesence. I love how that song makes me feel. I
so have to sing along with it.
How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb
Without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home
Wake me up
(Wake me up inside)
I can't wake up
(Wake me up inside)
Save me
(Call my name and save me from the dark)
Wake me up
(Bid my blood to run)
I can't wake up
(Before I come undone)
Save me
(Save me from the nothing I've become)
Now that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life
Wake me up
(Wake me up inside)
I can't wake up
(Wake me up inside)
Save me
(Call my name and save me from the dark)
Wake me up
(Bid my blood to run)
I can't wake up
(Before I come undone)
Save me
(Save me from the nothing I've become)
I've been living a lie
There's nothing inside
Bring me to life
Frozen inside without your touch
Without your love, darling
Only you are the life among the dead
All this time, I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without thought, without voice, without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must be something more
Bring me to life
Wake me up
(Wake me up inside)
I can't wake up
(Wake me up inside)
Save me
(Call my name and save me from the dark)
Wake me up
(Bid my blood to run)
I can't wake up
(Before I come undone)
Save me
(Save me from the nothing I've become)
I've been living a lie
There's nothing inside
Bring me to life
I went out the door and locked it up. I started my walk to Gregory Daniels High School. It's not to far.
It's about two blocks away from my house.
When I got to the school I saw my two best friends Monica and Imani together. They are complete
opposites. Monica is my short friend. She's around 5'2'', she's Mexican, an artist, shoulder length
brown curly hair, and punkish style. Imani's the complete opposite she's 5'10'' also a artist but also
a writer. Just another day in 9th grade right. Boy was I wrong.
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Sorry guys I changed the beginning.
- Love Eva
Sorry its so short guys. I was on wattpad just reading some stories and just had the urge to write one. I wrote this in 20 minutes. Writing a story is harder than I thought. But I promise to try my best to finsh this. I am open to suggestions, ideas anything at all. I would really appreciate the help and support. Love you guys. Bye.
- Eva
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