I slammed a nerd against the lockers. Everyone else passed por me. I'm tougher and stronger now. I have been since- never mind. I didn't want to talk about it. I walked to my history class, stopping along the way to say hi to my buddy, Geoff and his girlfriend Bridgette. "Dude, tu going to her grave?" Geoff asked.I sighed. "Look man, I don't think that she would have wanted tu to be punching people against walls and throwing people out of the way." "She never told me that did she? Did she tell me that she wanted me to mover on? No!" I walked away from the two and opened my locker. Gwen came up to me. "Duncan, I was wondering if maybe tu wanted to go out on a fecha tonight?" She smiled and twisted her hair around in her finger. I looked at her weirdly and said,"No." In a stubborn way. She looked shocked,"Why? I mean, Brianna's dead now and you're free-" I slammed my locker door and scowled at her," Don't talk about that in front of me." She was getting upset. "But, why did tu want to fecha that whore-" "SHE'S NOT A WHORE! tu ARE!" Gwen looked shocked. She ran into the girls bathroom. "Yeah, GO BE A WUSS! Bitch..."
I stared at the corner of my room. I felt depressed. I walked into the cocina and opened my silverware drawer. I took out a sharp cuchillo blade. I was about to do it, when the phone rang. It was Gwen,"Will tu go?" "NO!" I slammed the phone onto the reciever. I went back into the kitchen. I nearly fainted when I saw the cuchillo gone and back in the drawer. I took it out and tried again. Then the doorbell rang. It was Gwen crying on the doorstep. I slammed the door. I went to the knife, but it was gone. I couldn't believe it. Suddenly, I felt warmth come over me. It smelled familiar. I decided to rest in my room. I went into cama and fell asleep.
In my dream, I was standing there with the cuchillo in my hand. Suddenly, a beautiful white girl with short brown-red hair and black streaks came over to me. Brianna. I tried to hold her hand, but my hand went through. I saw her looking at the knife, then at me. "Duncan, please, don't do it. I won't let you. It's not your fault I died. It's nobody's. I amor you. Don't registrarse my faith. Please. The scene changed. I was laying in bed, staring at her again. She smiled. "I'm with my parents again. I'm happy. I still miss you. It's your choice if tu want to mover on. If it's to another girl o to this life. I don't care what tu do. I wish tu wouldn't commit suicide. All that matters is I amor you." The scene changed. I sat in the hospital, looking at myself, holding Brianna's hand, watching her die, nothing to do. The dead Brianna was at my side. "I'm making tu watch yourself in this terrible moment to mostrar tu wrong." I stared at the past us. Brianna had died. I heard four words come out of my mouth: "What have I done?" The scene changed and I woke up. The ghost Brianna was right siguiente to me. "You think tu murdered me. tu didn't. No one murdered me. I died on my own. Your life's up to you. Make it the best. I'll see tu again." She dissappeared. I had a new point of view to life. I went back to sleep, to see Brianna in my dreams.
I stared at the corner of my room. I felt depressed. I walked into the cocina and opened my silverware drawer. I took out a sharp cuchillo blade. I was about to do it, when the phone rang. It was Gwen,"Will tu go?" "NO!" I slammed the phone onto the reciever. I went back into the kitchen. I nearly fainted when I saw the cuchillo gone and back in the drawer. I took it out and tried again. Then the doorbell rang. It was Gwen crying on the doorstep. I slammed the door. I went to the knife, but it was gone. I couldn't believe it. Suddenly, I felt warmth come over me. It smelled familiar. I decided to rest in my room. I went into cama and fell asleep.
In my dream, I was standing there with the cuchillo in my hand. Suddenly, a beautiful white girl with short brown-red hair and black streaks came over to me. Brianna. I tried to hold her hand, but my hand went through. I saw her looking at the knife, then at me. "Duncan, please, don't do it. I won't let you. It's not your fault I died. It's nobody's. I amor you. Don't registrarse my faith. Please. The scene changed. I was laying in bed, staring at her again. She smiled. "I'm with my parents again. I'm happy. I still miss you. It's your choice if tu want to mover on. If it's to another girl o to this life. I don't care what tu do. I wish tu wouldn't commit suicide. All that matters is I amor you." The scene changed. I sat in the hospital, looking at myself, holding Brianna's hand, watching her die, nothing to do. The dead Brianna was at my side. "I'm making tu watch yourself in this terrible moment to mostrar tu wrong." I stared at the past us. Brianna had died. I heard four words come out of my mouth: "What have I done?" The scene changed and I woke up. The ghost Brianna was right siguiente to me. "You think tu murdered me. tu didn't. No one murdered me. I died on my own. Your life's up to you. Make it the best. I'll see tu again." She dissappeared. I had a new point of view to life. I went back to sleep, to see Brianna in my dreams.
Emily: just start saying the names...
Nadia: as u know here in my island one día u are in and the siguiente one u are out! lets start!!!
emily...
tappy....
danny...
Flavio...
Paola....
courtney....
heather, kevin... one of u will be out!
Heather: ough! just say my name!
Nadia: not so fast-
Kevin: ok, it was nice to be here-
Nadia: Kevin sit down!!!
Kevin: *sits down* fine...
Danny: just say who is out!
Nadia: heather.....
Tappy: but kevin-
Nadia: WHY U DONT LET ME FINISH MY SENTENCES!!!
Tappy: oh sorry
Nadia: ok, like i was saying, heather.... u are out!
Heather: what?!? u voted me off?!? ough! i want to see when u lose the game!!
Everyone: bye heather!