How Much Could It Hurt?

Hacker: I guess so could say I'm a real bored person. To tell the truth I am. I don't really care if you review or not. And no, I'm not telling you this so you can feel sorry and leave a review. Hey! It's your fuckin damn opinion, oh well. I'm still writing....sadly. I just really don't know what to do with my fucking life these days. I write so I don't freak out on the dumb things I do.

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. I'm covering the identity of 'my village people' with Beyblade people.

Hacker: Enjoy....or sumthin...never mind just read or flame I don't care.

This is my everyday life in my point of view.

I guess it started off as a normal day. No fucked up dreams, no tears, and no nothing. Ironic. I went outside since there was nowhere else to go. I saw Max, good no Kai. I kinda got over it. And Hillary just doesn't get me cheesed anymore. I was sort of happy my other friend, Jim, was outside. He's usually not out but hey its fun.

"What are you wearing?" Max blinked. I looked out. Big deal, skirt and a long T-shirt.
"Skirt and T-shirt? So?" He shook his head and went back to playing basketball.

I think I scared him. I'm not the type of girl that would wear skirts, but fuck man it was hot. A few hours passed just watching Jim and Max play around. Then Hillary came out, we talked. Then....Ozuma came out. He usually doesn't come out.

"Amari has nice legs, man" Ozuma cooed's. Great a complement, don't flatter me. After a while it got dark. My legs were burning me of course because Ozuma kept slapping them. I didn't care after a while.

We were all in a lil group, just chillin'. Like normal kids...but what's that? Ozuma's cuddling up on my leg. "What are you doing?"

His big eyes looked up at me "You have nice legs can't I lean on them?" I rolled my eyes, he cuddled closer. Great, I just ignored him. We started talking about Tyson. He's extra but nice Hillary says. He stinks Jim says. Max...blah blah Hillary...blah blah...Jim...blah blah. Me? I personally like Tyson. Not in that way tho. He's helped me a lot before.

Next thing I knew I was stroking Ozuma's neck. 'What the FUCK am I doing??!!' I tried shaking off the feeling but it just took over. Damn hormones.

Next Day:

Me and Hillary are actually having fun. I bought some new shoes. We're fixing up the shoes laces. Red and White. She spots my labby. My laptop of course. She grins.

"He liked it"

I looked up "Liked what? And Who?" She waltzes over to my labby and signs into her MSN.

"Ozuma. I saw you and him yesterday" She popped into a conversation with a familiar name. 'Ozuma'.

I chucked my shoes aside and rolled my eyes. "Ok buddy, I'm only playing with him" She typed in the words I always feared.

'Do u like Amari???' I freaked out inside. I couldn't show it outside, it just wasn't me.

Ozuma is typing....

Ozuma: not really

Ozuma: Just as a friend

Hillary clapped and squealed. Idiot. She continued typing.

Hillary: as a friend now just wait

Ozuma: just as a friend

Hillary: just wait

Ozuma: JUST AS A FRIEND!!

Hillary: ok then

Ozuma: Amari likes me rite?

Hillary turned and bopped her big head. I shook my head. "No! No! No! I don't" Hillary huffed.

Hillary: she doesn't know.

Ozuma: She does man

I secretly got up. I should have killed her like in my dream. I pulled the plug. Hillary spun around. I shrugged "Power out". We went outside then we saw him. FUCK. Ozuma. I kept my head up. Think positive, just do that.

"Hi Ozuma!" He waved. I stayed quite. I couldn't say anything to him. I could tell in his eyes he didn't want to see me. So I walked away. Home. My little sanctuary, where I could never be hurt.

Sad isn't it? That just sucks? I'm one stupid person. But I don't pity myself I try to stay positive. Here's the quote:

"Don't expect things from people"