"She made flowers grow in the saddest parts of her body"
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Ivie was just getting her life back on track, only to have it roll over and crash again. From her father on the brick of passing, just as her mother already has. while the battle goes o...
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"She was the plague no one was prepared for" //
Beast Mode- 3
As i sit in my Economics class, reading Blazed by Jason Myers , the only thing i know i can control is how angry my teacher is. i know what he's thinking.i'm just choosing to not listen to his boring lecture about excess supply. or that i believe i will never need this ever again in my life? both are probably true. but something i also know, he does not know the real reason why i'm reading in his class. i hope one day when he's old and gray, on his death bed, he'll think about that day that girl with the disgusted look on her face, decided to read during his important lecture on stock exchange. although i haven't been listening long enough to know if anything in economics is worth knowing, it's the percentage on which someone actually gives a fuck. it was already increasingly low.
Mr. Castro was not a favorite around school. he was the type to scowl at children, drink black coffee, and discuss politics and government funding on the weekends in a big group of other Economic teachers. they sit in the corners of coffee shops, sweating over conspiracies within the government, putting emphasis on "dooms day". his father was probably a world war veteran who risked his life to keep other people aware of what could potentially happen if the world does decided to declare war. not to keep people safe and calm, but to create mass delusion that this is the end. people would start buying up all the toilet paper, cigarettes and crates of soda just to "stay alive". god, what has this world come to? Mr. Castro especially Walking passed his desk one day, the only picture i saw was of him and an older women. i assume his mother. he seemed like that type of guy. as depressing as that sounds, he must be really greatful he still has his mother around. i wish i had mine.
I'm 17, but some days i feel like i am 1000 years old. like everything i have endured and suffered is the most ill feel in my life time. almost as if i have reached the level of hurt. there is nothing left for me to feel. i wonder what it will be like a year from now. because i can tell you, last year, was the worse year of my life. that's when the beast moved in. that's what i call my-
"Miss. Vernhalli, would you mind telling me whats so special about that book that you're reading?" Mr. Castro's yellow eyes were burning into the front cover of my book.
beastmode-rustling
soon following, mixed colors of the earth all turned towards me. watching. waiting. seeing what i would say. i wasn't the type of cower to teachers. or people in general. ones that try to subject you to make you fear them. that was the beast showing through with his hard, solid exterior through many life lessons my dad has taught me, i remember him telling me "do not be submissive to others who look down on you, they don't deserve your obedience "
