OMGOSH, my first story! Ahhhh.. I hope it turns out okay. I mean, I'm sure you'd like popcorn if it was a movie, but I would have no idea what you would want for a story like this
=\ coke perhaps?

Anyway I REALLY HOPE THAT YOU ENJOY! XD TALK ABOUT EMOTIONAL! Gosh, somedays.. URG! I guess that's life..

Unwillingly, and forcefully, he picked up the pen; and commenced writing. Ink blazed across the page, showing deformed scratches in an attempt to form letters. However gradually, he worked his way to the bottom of the page and rest his pen silently on the table. The teacher eyed his uncharacteristic behaviour suspiciously, then, like an assassin hitting his mark, she crept up to him and violently snatched the paper from his hands. With utter shock, she dropped the pen to the ground and frowned intensely in a considerable manner.

This was unusual indeed she thought. Spontaneously, the bell had chimed and the class had commenced to pack up their gear, then the PA announced that it was imperative for Mr. Narahc, to visit the shaggy, feral music teacher. Something clicked inside his head as if ten bullets had ricocheted in his head simultaneously. He didn't precisely know the nature of this request; however a vague idea rang throughout his head.

With the class dismissed, Mr. Narahc ventured over to the office, the adrenal gland pumping ferociously and he felt as if his heart was moving through his oesophagus, about to be regurgitated. He voyaged through the dusty and lonely corridors and his legs became jelly, it was as if he was standing on the sea. However, he had to grip reality by the iciness of his hands and snap back from his fantasy.

Mr. Narahc moved inch by inch, until suddenly he was at the door, this building reeked with opulence and sumptuousness but felt cold as a stalagmite jabbing into the warmth of a Good Samaritan's heart.

MY VIEW

I leaned forward and touched the knob, it felt cold, my stomach lurched and I pulled my hand back. Hesitantly I reached forward again, but my mind wasn't in its initial, intricate frame work. Firstly, this situation could be worse, and secondly, my heart had been replaced, with fluids of hate rushing throughout my body and that latched on to my brain firmly, this mood is defined as: watch out, or I'll kill you, just like I threatened to do to my mother.

I opened the door vigorously this time, and to my surprise, a beautiful woman had turned around. She was quite pretty, and immediately lightened my mood, leaving me relieved. Her light brown hair bounced off her shoulders, her eyes glowed, full of marvel and her smile radiated the room. I felt that I liked her instantly, and trusted her. I really don't trust people as easily as I can yell, I really don't, but that's the phenomena that occurred and that shocked me further. My mood lightened and I wasn't in that emotional state.

The swift scan of the room informed me that one: he was there which stopped my real heart flow and my 'hate fluid' returned and two: that he was packing up, so this would be a quick visit. I pondered and pondered what it could have been, until I reached his desk.

"I hope our next music class may be better, but I find your comments and talking back rude and I don't care if you had a bad day. Do you agree that it's rude?"

Hate sizzled in my head, boiling my blood. I felt the blood vessels in my head were about to pop, like how the sausage had formed on Squizzy Taylor's neck in the novel I had read the year before. Thoughts began to bounce in my head. I mean firstly, IT'S WHO I AM, you can't change me, you can't touch me, I'm me and my tale is unwritten, but I've only etched one word in my head that describes you: "HATE". I looked back at him and agreed as I had no choice. "Yes, I do think it's rude."

'YOU DON'T KNOW ME,' my mind screamed. Now everyone had their eyes peeled towards me, they don't know me, and neither does he. That was what enraged me. I had the slight temptation to strangle him and the fact that he didn't care about me having a bad day magnified my anger and hatred. My eyes narrowed and I calmed myself.

"Thank you, now enjoy your holiday," he stated in that tone I have now learnt to despise.

"Bye," I replied back with a gloomy attitude.

I stormed out, as if I had a blood trail under me and was trying to shake it. I felt my heart beat relax and my hatred was still present. Although that 'hate fluid' was in me, my head was ringing, my fist pounding, as if the pulse grew one million times stronger. My head began to sing, I giggled slightly to its rhyme and rhythm: Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and revenge is too. With this, I took the words to heart and wrapped in around the complex, bottled up feelings in my 'heart' so to speak.

Tears streamed from my eyes, it was as if my eyes were bleeding but were perpetual. I wanted to break free but couldn't. Then my ears caught the sound of heels 'clickity-clackiting' on the marble floor. I hastened my pace, forward I went, pretending to be oblivious to the sound approaching. I didn't want to be lectured, I didn't want to be talked to, and I wanted to tell someone I know, someone I knew for a long time.

'Tap' on my shoulder. Rudely, I ignored it and continued on. Then she stopped me with a brisk movement of her feet in front on mine.

My voice unsteadily groaned with a "what?"

"I couldn't help but over hear, but-"

"Ohh… I see, didn't your mother tell you that eaves's dropping was rude?"

She stared at me sharply.

"Okay look, I'm sorry for being moody and unco-operative, but I really don't want to talk. It's difficult for me to articulate to someone who I've JUST recently met. I'm not like that at all, in-fact I'm not that rude all the time, it's just that I haven't been feeling emotionally stable as I'd like to be," I began with, slowly yet filled with rage.

"It always seem as though as soon as happiness has blessed itself upon me, tragedy strikes and I end up in tears. No-one understands that, in fact, I don't even believe that occurs to anyone else but me, I'm cursed, and I'm sure you don't want to associate yourself with me, but please, take my advice and leave, I don't want to harm you unnecessarily," I quietly and calmly articulated with, not wanting to see what she would do next.

Surprisingly to me, her eyes swelled up, and unexpectedly she jumped forward and gave me a hug. "You're right, I don't know, but just remember, if you want to talk, I'm here. You're not the only one in the world that goes through this, you're just an innocent lose who's lost its way. All roads lead to one ultimate resolution in the end, and thank you," she stated, her ice blue eyes looked at me, and then she left. I turned around and reflected upon what she enlightened me with.

I just want to be free. Is it too much to ask? Why can't I ever experience happiness, without someone shattering it two minutes later? WHERE'S THAT feeling of satisfaction? Achievement? Am I doomed? Will I ever love someone as they love me? Do I have hope? Do people care about me?

These questions haunt me for now, and probably will for the rest of my life.

If you do exist, my guardian angel, where are you? I need you.

R&R

I really do hope that you enjoyed it. XD And to think I've gotten this far. So much more to go..

Sometimes you just need tea. DON'T ASK.