This is just going to be a quick four-shot to get me writing motivated and lift this horrible lead writer's block off my spine! :O Review, don't review, it probably won't make a whole lot of sense since it's mostly drabble and fluff, but eventually I'm going to slip some secks in here. Yay. Secks.
So it's probably close to eight in the morning, and I can tell by the way the early autumn fog hasn't risen off the ground yet, and everything feels cold and sticky and...average. And normally I wouldn't be here right now, because it's English class, and eight in the morning, and with Mrs. Briggs, but I stayed with Carly last night and she never gives me much choice about stuff like this. Normally I'd be asleep right now, but I'm definitely in the thinking time of the month, which is my least favorite, yes, absolute least favorite, because it always leads to things. Major things. Always.
I think we're talking about, or, otherwise, listening to Miss Briggs talk about subjunctive conjugation of verbs, and I don't know what the hell that is or means, because I haven't been paying attention, obviously. If I was, you wouldn't be reading this right now, because I wouldn't be thinking. And I'm thinking. A lot. I'm sure this will come back to bite me in the butt in a few minutes when she calls on me to knock me out of my trance, but that time's not here yet, so I'll just sit here and think more, because it's all I'm capable for about four days a month. This is day one.
So, what exactly am I thinking about so intently, you ask? Well. While flipping pages in my English book to appear to be into this at all, I came across an interesting tidbit. I never realized how much changing the italics in a sentence can seriously change the meaning. It's pretty cool, in a really Freddie kind of way. Hah. Freddie's an adjective.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
And my fingers curl at the thought of these three words rolling around in my mind like a pig happily in mud, because they're not supposed to be there, they're not, but they are. They are, and I can't get them out. ...So I lied. Maybe I'm not sitting here thinking about italics, because hell, I'm Sam. People don't usually get in my head like this, but she's there, she's always been there, and she won't go away. Maybe I don't want her to.
She's always been there.
She's always been there.
She's always been there.
She's always been there.
She's always been...there.