Been a while hasnt it. My newest story is short but sweet i think. Read on and then push the funky little disco button at the end. I bring you cookies. JUST EAT THE FREAKIN COOOKES.
I know it's not me that he loves; he could never love a selfish person like me. Never in a thousand years would he ever love me, but I can still dream. I dream of a white, lacy flowing gown. My orange hair that caused all my misery during my junior high years and below, in an elegant up do. A bouquet of blue and white snowdrops clutched in my hands. Blue rose petals coaxing me to meet him at the end of the aisle.
"MISS INOUE, PAY ATTENTION"
"Sorry Miss Ochi," I replied sullenly
I began to ignore her horrid lecture on Shakespeare. I laid my head down and noticed a note on my desk.
IK
'Ichigo maybe?'
I tried to ignore it but curiosity got the better of me, so I looked over.
Read it he lipped
I opened the note cautiously.
Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice but falling in love with you I had no control over.
My heart was pounding in my chest so hard that people might think Godzilla was roaming around. Even more curious, I flipped over the note. Quickly, I ripped out a piece of notebook paper, and wrote yes.
Again terribly short, but sweet. CLICK THE BUTTON MAD DOG DOESNT LIKE IT WHEN NO ONE HITS THE BUTTON, SO HIT THE BUTTON