oky, here's an update. sorry if this story's kinda out of character.. but
review me plz! *3, CheLL*
Disclaimer- don't own em..dont own the song.. yeh yeh
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..::chapter 2::..
I woke up, the sunlight stinging my eyes, as I squinted realizing I had dozed off. Morning already? I put my hand on my pillow to the side of me, flattening it down, as I looked at my digital clock, the bright numbers seemed to pop out at me, as it read 10:30 AM. I got out of bed, feeling dizzy still not caring as I reached over on my nightstand, and took another aspirin, shoving it in my mouth, and washing it down with the water from the day before. It was lukewarm by now, but once again---don't care.
I walked over to the door, not feeling as dizzy for once, as I walked down the hall, and down the stairs. My dad was at the table eating breakfast.
"Morning sunshine." He said, smiling, raising his coffee cup to his lips, and taking a quick drink. He smiled at me, "You ok?"
"I'm fine." I said, smiling, as I walked to the refrigerator, and got out the orange juice, pouring a small bit into a glass cup. I took it over to the table, and sat on the opposite side of the table from where he was sitting. "Why?" I asked casually.
"Well, you were just wearing that yesterday, and you slept all day..and night."
I looked down at my clothes. Oh, I guess I did have this on yesterday...and I guess I did sleep all day and night. But when my stomach rattles like a pill bottle when I walk, I suppose you're not expected to be any better. (Well, not literally, but ya know.)
"Yeah." I nodded. "I was sick."
"Are you feeling better?"
I nodded. "I suppose."
He smiled at me, "That's good honey."
He patted me on the back. I had been living a freaking lie to everyone I love. No one knows what I've been up to. No one knows this.
I stood up, putting my cup in the sink, and walking out the door, calling as I go, "I'm going to Eric's." Shutting the door.
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"So yeah, he was like 'ok, you're going to the FARMHOUSE!!! The FARMHOUSE! Get it?" Eric started laughing like a mad man. Good God, here we go again. Kelso looked dazed, wondering what was going on..as always. Jackie was reading a magazine, laying all over Hyde. Hyde was acknoledging the TV blaring on, and Fez was..Fez.
I sat next to Eric on the couch, half watching the TV, half...not. Half just spaced out.
"Donna, is your migrane better?"
I heard the mention of my name from Eric, and kind of come back into this world. "Huh? What mig--Oh, yeah..tons better." I nodded, smiling fakely.
"That's good." He ran his fingers softly through my hair.
I shook him off. He tried once again, and kissed me on the forehead. I backed away, not really wanting affection right now.
"Donna...really what's wrong?"
"DAMNIT.. You don't know when to stop, do you Eric? I....AM....FIIIIIIINE." I stood up, and ran up the stairs, pissed, but not knowing why. Do I love him? Or not? Is he great? Or is he an ass? Is he trying to be helpful? Or is he trying to screw it up? Is life good to me? Or is it bad? Has this world turned against me? Or not?
Do you even know who you are?
I guess I'm trying to find
A borrowed dream or a superstar?
I want to be a star
Is life good to you, or is it bad?
I can't tell anymore
Do you even know what you have?
Disclaimer- don't own em..dont own the song.. yeh yeh
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..::chapter 2::..
I woke up, the sunlight stinging my eyes, as I squinted realizing I had dozed off. Morning already? I put my hand on my pillow to the side of me, flattening it down, as I looked at my digital clock, the bright numbers seemed to pop out at me, as it read 10:30 AM. I got out of bed, feeling dizzy still not caring as I reached over on my nightstand, and took another aspirin, shoving it in my mouth, and washing it down with the water from the day before. It was lukewarm by now, but once again---don't care.
I walked over to the door, not feeling as dizzy for once, as I walked down the hall, and down the stairs. My dad was at the table eating breakfast.
"Morning sunshine." He said, smiling, raising his coffee cup to his lips, and taking a quick drink. He smiled at me, "You ok?"
"I'm fine." I said, smiling, as I walked to the refrigerator, and got out the orange juice, pouring a small bit into a glass cup. I took it over to the table, and sat on the opposite side of the table from where he was sitting. "Why?" I asked casually.
"Well, you were just wearing that yesterday, and you slept all day..and night."
I looked down at my clothes. Oh, I guess I did have this on yesterday...and I guess I did sleep all day and night. But when my stomach rattles like a pill bottle when I walk, I suppose you're not expected to be any better. (Well, not literally, but ya know.)
"Yeah." I nodded. "I was sick."
"Are you feeling better?"
I nodded. "I suppose."
He smiled at me, "That's good honey."
He patted me on the back. I had been living a freaking lie to everyone I love. No one knows what I've been up to. No one knows this.
I stood up, putting my cup in the sink, and walking out the door, calling as I go, "I'm going to Eric's." Shutting the door.
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"So yeah, he was like 'ok, you're going to the FARMHOUSE!!! The FARMHOUSE! Get it?" Eric started laughing like a mad man. Good God, here we go again. Kelso looked dazed, wondering what was going on..as always. Jackie was reading a magazine, laying all over Hyde. Hyde was acknoledging the TV blaring on, and Fez was..Fez.
I sat next to Eric on the couch, half watching the TV, half...not. Half just spaced out.
"Donna, is your migrane better?"
I heard the mention of my name from Eric, and kind of come back into this world. "Huh? What mig--Oh, yeah..tons better." I nodded, smiling fakely.
"That's good." He ran his fingers softly through my hair.
I shook him off. He tried once again, and kissed me on the forehead. I backed away, not really wanting affection right now.
"Donna...really what's wrong?"
"DAMNIT.. You don't know when to stop, do you Eric? I....AM....FIIIIIIINE." I stood up, and ran up the stairs, pissed, but not knowing why. Do I love him? Or not? Is he great? Or is he an ass? Is he trying to be helpful? Or is he trying to screw it up? Is life good to me? Or is it bad? Has this world turned against me? Or not?
Do you even know who you are?
I guess I'm trying to find
A borrowed dream or a superstar?
I want to be a star
Is life good to you, or is it bad?
I can't tell anymore
Do you even know what you have?