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Saturday, April 25, 2009

Yo ppl, this is Pt 9 of my story, and NAJLA you're included as the vulgar one like u suggested. But there's not much of u until next part, then i add u in almost everything. Stay tune guys and i'll be right back! lol i sound lyk some1 on tv!(better comment)

Pt 9: “Ms Soh, come to my office this instance!” shouted the frustrated principal. I scrambled across the creepy hallways towards the office, as if I had never been happier. There stood Mr. Timothy – my principal who was shaking with anger, glaring at me with his deadly eyes. Definitely not his usual friendly self, speaking at me harshly in a tone that was no doubt furious yet disappointed.
“What in the world made you, as in you say these vulgar words? There are students who look up to you and you’re giving them the worst of example!” I stared at him unbelievingly with my face slowly breaking into laughter. He seriously thinks that actual people look up to me; he must be in a state.
Seeing my laughter, he got madder, “what are you laughing about? You get a month detention!” he shouted sternly and into my face! What the nerve of his! He’s lucky I had not introduced my fist to his damn face. Soon I fell into a gloomy expression, swearing and cursing under my breath.

By the time I was done, the recess bell had rung. Thank God! I stomped out angrily and walked towards the cafeteria where a group of curious friends and disgusting, sloppy food awaited for my arrival. Walking through the hallways and into the cafeteria was unnerving especially when you came out from the ‘house of hatred’, every student body turned their gaze on me and whispers were starting.
Grabbed my stupid lunch and darted out from their gazes and into my friends’ millions of questions. How could it get any worse, hold on… take that back incase something happens, but wait… too late. Everyone sitting at the table came charging towards me, pouring a whole list of questions into my fragile ears.
First question: Did principal scold you? Ans: What do you think genius?
Second question: Did you wet yourself in there? Ans: What the freak!
Third question: So what punishment you got? Ans: detention for a MONTH!

My friends gasped in horror upon hearing my punishment. I had to expect that anyway, since the only person who has ever got a month in detention was only for the bad eggs, which concludes to Nikki Lewis (aka najla). The one and only who dared to shout the f word ten times to a teacher’s face, being all vulgar and stuff, ending up in detention multiple times; like every week? But the only thing that keeps her hanging in this bloody school are her damn freaking good scores and not to mention her family’s major wealth.

“OMG! You’re going to detention for a whole month! What the hell? Wish you luck, heard that it was like prison, but at least you would look more fashionable than them?” Tricia tried but failed to cheer me up. Later, more students tried to do what Tricia did-making me happy.

“I don’t give a damn about it, alright! So shut up and let me eat my lunch in peace!” I screamed rudely, though I knew they meant well but I still had stuff going through my mind.

Mainly these two:
1. What’s with Mr. Timothy and his unreasonable punishment?
2. Why do I still feel being spied on, is it hallucinations or just…just…just… the person who I’m suspecting yet fearing for it to be true. My heart knows that I’m right but my brain just won’t comprehend because it knows that no matter how much it can prove to be a fact but I just won’t want to know…won’t want to believe when I know that I craved for it / him….

*Part 9

Faded Away... [8:18 AM]
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Never will know the Real Me...

Emotionless self

I'm a brunette. Blackish eyes. Fair Skin.

I'm living in a world of split personalities

Quotes

I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside...
A world of confusion blinding me from reality...

Heartfelt lyrics

Someone told me that love would all save us. But how can that be, look what love gave us. A world full of killing, n' blood-spilling that world never came. - Nickelback (Hero)

Never was and never will be. You don’t know how you betrayed me, and somehow you’ve got everybody fooled. - Evanescence (Everybody's fool)

My peeps

Wenxi ❤ Naomi & Joan ❤ Amira wolf ❤ Xue Min ❤ Ada ❤ Clarissa ❤ Najla ❤ Naomi ❤ Jon ❤ Joan ❤ Sharon ❤ Shi Qi ❤ Zhixin ❤ Natalie Loke ❤ 6I ❤ Aby ❤ Cheryn ❤ 6J ^_^ Yong Qing ❤ Su Ying ❤ Astrid❤ Stephanie❤ Megan❤

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