I am so sorry. I’ve been failing science and lost a few good friends. My writing has been slacking, and I finally can’t have the urge to do it anymore. I’ll write the last chapter and I hope you do enjoy it.
To all my biggest fans, I love you and thank you for the endless support!!
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I felt the whoosh of the car’s airbags pulverize me, trying to choke and suffocate me. I flailed and slammed my foot against the dashboard helplessly. The car’s alarm began to go off, and I desperately searched for the lock with blind eyes. My hand grasped the thing, and I felt it click. I grabbed the handle and using my side, slammed against it. It pounded to the side. I limped out the door, choking on the fumes of the old, dusty airbags.
A car whooshed past me, making me keenly aware of where I was standing. I was, in fact, in the middle of a highway, on the ground. I gulped, my hands feeling the crunch of the gravel and asphalt. A car pulled to a stop right beside me, and an arm outstretched from the open door clutched my shirt,
“Azura?” I nearly shouted for joy. It was Matthew here to save me. How clique. He yanked me into the car, and I tumbled onto his lap.
“Thank god I found you,” he whispered, patting my hair. The door slammed shut, and he stepped on the gas. The rumble of the car’s faint engine reminded me that I was on still on Matthew’s lap. I crawled into the passenger seat, the leather sinking in from my fat butt.
“Ah,” I muttered, “How lovely. I almost saw my death to a bullet. Maybe I should die with a knife next.”
“You aren’t dying!”
“Why else would my stomach be eating my insides? Oh, where, oh where did that little burger king go? With the crown on my head and the French fries in my mouth?”
“Just shut up.”
“Yay! Sarcasm! Two can play at that game, then.”
“What do you mean? I do not use sarcasm; it’s just your pretty little head with that stupid brain of yours imagining things”
“I do have a pretty head, but I’m not stupid! Your head is ugly, and you’re still stupid.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“You don’t make sense, bub.”
“Don’t call me names!”
“Stop being a child and suck it up. I don’t think you should be fretting, my dear sir,” I said, taking on a British accent, “Because that money of yours isn’t going to waste on causes such as sl*ts, you hear?”
“Loud and clear.”
“It’s good to have you back, near death experiences don’t turn me on.”
“Then what does?”
“Not you of course.”
I felt his eyes boring holes into my head, “LOOK AT THE ROAD YOU DIP!”
He pulled to a stop in the grass and kept staring.
“Do I have food on my face or is it blood?” my head felt weird and lightheaded.
“None,” he answered, still inspecting me.
“Take the perverted look off your face and speak the truth!”
He leaned in, and flinching, I thought he’d slap me.
But no, fairytales don’t come true. It’s the worst thing that does, right? So yeah, he kissed me.
I did not enjoy it, you hear?
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And everyone, I hope to see you back here but maybe not. I need to work on that science grade before it gets tooooooo low.(;
