Goodbye Part 2
"What was that?" She yelled. Nothing, he thought. Just the thought of you're annoying talk.
"Keep you're criticizim to yourself." I blurted out. "I'm you're fvcking mother. Hand over the IPod, let me listen to it."
It was the worst part in the song for her to hear. "Fvcking young rockstar boys." It sang, ringing into Daniel's mother's ear, stating a permanent mark. It was like an Ozzy Osbourne star from Hollywood. It just can't be replaced, nore forgot.
Her reply was simply. A dropping of the jaw, a widening of her eyes, and a nodding of her head. She just grabbed his IPod and wrapped the dark blue earphones around it, storming out of her room.
B!xtch, B!xtch, B!xtch, he repeated in his head.
Emily was laying on her pink, fuzzy saucer chair when her purple zebra cased phone rang. She picked it up and pushed aside the lipstick keychain.
A text message from Daniel.
"Mom locked me in bedroom- took away IPod- extremely p.ssed right now."
He had wrote.
Emily checked around her room before replying:
"That suxs. I would be, too. But right now I have bigger things to worry about. I need mom to drive me to cheerleading- but it seems like she's extremely mad."
Emily's french tipped fingers tapped against the pink lit up keys.
By now you probably know that Emily & Daniel are nothing alike. But Daniel still loves her a lot.
Emily pressed herself up onto her feet. She grabbed her duffel bag and walked into the kitchen.
"Hey mom-- can you drive me to cheerleading.?" I asked.
Just then, her phone rang. She had slipped it into her pocket before leaving her bedroom.
She checked it, sliding her thumb onto the "Enter" key for the message to pop up.
"Ikr :x Cheerleading? :P You're her little princess lol. Go ask her. Oh, and along with that a black BMW xD"
She laughed at the response, but snapped back into reality when her mother asked, "Who sent you a text message?" She asked. Daniel, she thought.
"Jenna. From Cheerleading Class..... just saying, "Hurry up! Coach Murch isn't going to be happy!" She lied. "Oh." Her mother said. She jingled her keys between her pointer fingers.
"With all the traffic today, we should deffianately go. It's 5:30, and practice starts at 6:00." Her mother said, grabbing her light, white jacket.
"Keep you're criticizim to yourself." I blurted out. "I'm you're fvcking mother. Hand over the IPod, let me listen to it."
It was the worst part in the song for her to hear. "Fvcking young rockstar boys." It sang, ringing into Daniel's mother's ear, stating a permanent mark. It was like an Ozzy Osbourne star from Hollywood. It just can't be replaced, nore forgot.
Her reply was simply. A dropping of the jaw, a widening of her eyes, and a nodding of her head. She just grabbed his IPod and wrapped the dark blue earphones around it, storming out of her room.
B!xtch, B!xtch, B!xtch, he repeated in his head.
Emily was laying on her pink, fuzzy saucer chair when her purple zebra cased phone rang. She picked it up and pushed aside the lipstick keychain.
A text message from Daniel.
"Mom locked me in bedroom- took away IPod- extremely p.ssed right now."
He had wrote.
Emily checked around her room before replying:
"That suxs. I would be, too. But right now I have bigger things to worry about. I need mom to drive me to cheerleading- but it seems like she's extremely mad."
Emily's french tipped fingers tapped against the pink lit up keys.
By now you probably know that Emily & Daniel are nothing alike. But Daniel still loves her a lot.
Emily pressed herself up onto her feet. She grabbed her duffel bag and walked into the kitchen.
"Hey mom-- can you drive me to cheerleading.?" I asked.
Just then, her phone rang. She had slipped it into her pocket before leaving her bedroom.
She checked it, sliding her thumb onto the "Enter" key for the message to pop up.
"Ikr :x Cheerleading? :P You're her little princess lol. Go ask her. Oh, and along with that a black BMW xD"
She laughed at the response, but snapped back into reality when her mother asked, "Who sent you a text message?" She asked. Daniel, she thought.
"Jenna. From Cheerleading Class..... just saying, "Hurry up! Coach Murch isn't going to be happy!" She lied. "Oh." Her mother said. She jingled her keys between her pointer fingers.
"With all the traffic today, we should deffianately go. It's 5:30, and practice starts at 6:00." Her mother said, grabbing her light, white jacket.
4 Comments
lomg its awsome but girls in cheerleading cant have long nails, learned that the hard way.
I do cheerleading, and I have long nails. Emily's are only slightly long, just a bit so she can tip them lol.
i love it! keep going.....i will always comment if you respond to my comments,,,,^_^
Lol thank you, I am actually working on it rite now ^-^