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	Untitled story-- wip
	By: puddincat Date: February 3, 2014, 10:51 pm
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	Have a load of bs without a real plot figured out and just made
	up along the way. The main character is supposed to be like
	Streamflow as a human I guess. It'll probably get weirder and
	not go along with her story though xD
	Knowing me, there'll probably be unicorns or some shart like
	that.
	Here we go. Tell me if I should keek writing or not.
	I lay on my bed, on my left side so I'm facing the wall. Lucy
	always says that her bed is uncomfortable, but I like mine. It
	might be because I'm just too tired to care, though. I let leg
	out a big breath I'd been holding in for a while now, like I'd
	just remembered I needed to breathe. That happens to me a lot.
	I'm too busy daydreaming to realize I haven't been filling my
	lungs with oxygen.
	Speaking of breathing, my little brother Peter has been doing
	too much of it lately. The little prick is so arrogant, and I
	can't stand it. He brags about everything. He cries over the
	most pointless things. But if I so much as complain about
	whatever he does to me, I'll get a two-hour lecture. Life is
	unfair, and I hate boys, and if one day I really did forgot to
	breathe, for long enough that if made me pass out and die, I
	think I'd be fine with that. This world isn't a great place for
	girls like me to live in.
	I check my clock. The red numbers read 2:34. I'd been laying in
	my bed for almost an hour now, just thinking about Felipe. I
	guess I don't hate all boys. My hatred doesn't extend to smoking
	hot males. But the thing is, Felipe isn't even considered good
	looking to most people. Maybe it's his facial features; I have
	to admit, the guy does have a pretty strange nose. But I think
	he's adorable. Too bad my best friend thinks the same thing, and
	Felipe reciprocates the feeling for her.
	I close my eyes for two seconds. I tell myself to stop thinking
	about Felipe, that I do it all the time and to give myself a
	break. But it's hard. It's hard not to notice the love of my
	life in everything I see. Am I obsessed? If obsessed means not
	being able to stop thinking about someone, even when commanded
	to do do by your own, ever so commanding brain, then yes. If
	being obsessed means crying into your pillow every night and
	secretly hating your best friend, all because of a silly guy,
	then yes, of course. It may be depressing and stressful to have
	a crush, but not having one is just so boring. So I'll continue
	to think about and cry over Felipe every day, and no one's going
	to stop me. Heck, I don't even care about chores anymore. I'll
	stare at my wall and think about Felipe for another whole hour.
	I-ll
	The clunking of shoes up the stairs interrupts my thoughts. It's
	my mother. I can tell by the way her steps sound-- slow,
	consistent, and scary. I've associated the sound with lectures,
	punishment and anger. My mother is not usually a pleasant person
	to be around.
	My heart starts beating faster anxiously, and I feel my muscles
	tense up. What will she say to me? This is the... millionth?
	time in a row I've flaked on my chores, and she won't be happy.
	What will my excuse be? That I've been thinking? That isn't a
	good excuse. Then agsin, nothing is a good excuse to my mother.
	I take a deep breath and relax myself, pretending to fall
	asleep.
	Mom alert bye
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