"That doesn't change a thing," I dicho as Jason's strong arms fell por his side instead of wrapped around me. "Since when do tu follow the rules. tu never listen to your dad o anyone for that matter."
"But this is different," whispered Jason. "I can't handle seeing tu sent away, Felicia."
"I would rather be sent away than for tu to ignore me!"
"It is for the better," he whispered. He would not meet my eyes and I knew why. He would collapse if he saw even the slightest bit of hurt in my eyes.
I ran away from him and to the safety of my house. I ran and ran as he called my name. Each time my name became softer and softer until the wind dragged it away. It was sweet of him to not want me to go to that awful boarding school, but I don't want to say goodbye.
****
Hannah sat down siguiente to me as she chatted on and on about her fecha with this foreign dude she met on the Internet. It is times like these wen I think Hannah isn't my friend at all. She agreed with my dad that I should stop seeing Jason. She dicho that I would be happier now than I would ever have been with a guy who wears leather jackets and rides a motorcycle. My polish life shouldn't be dirtied por his dangerous lifestyle. He is a bad boy and I am suppose to be a good girl. He would ruin my image.
"Shut up for a minuto and listen, Hannah," I said. "I honestly don't care about Matteo and his fancy suits."
"Ugh," sighed Hannah as she polished her pinky toe pink. "Are tu still upset about Biker Boy? He made his choice."
"He wouldn't have to if everyone stopped butting into my business," I added.
"No one would have to be in your business if tu weren't the president's daughter. Now suck it up! Jason is a horrible kisser anyways."
And with that comment, I sent Hannah out of my room and told the guards to never let her set foot in my house again.
****
"I'm so sorry Felicia," declared Jason. "But is is for the best."
"I hate this," I mumbled as I fumbled with the white dress. "Everything would be okay if Hannah had kept her big mouth shut. tu wouldn't have to go away."
"You would have been sent to that boarding school even if Hannah hadn't dicho a word. He telling the tabloids about her relationship only added fuego to fuel. Your dad would still try to división, split us up. Besides, tu hate boarding schools," he said. It was amazing how he knew everything about me. This is why I amor him too much to see him leave.
"And tu promise that tu didn't kiss Hannah?" The tabloids had a festival when Hannah told them all about her juicy romance with Jason.
Jason's dad made him choose between the military o jail because my dad swears Jason estola something from the White House. Jason didn't. I know for a fact he didn't because the día that the crime was reported, Jason was with me. He wasn't suppose to be, but he was. Jason decided the military because he knew there would be más plots and plans to keep us away from each other. Going to jail would mean an even más brutal punishment than just a couple of years. He was dealing with the president in this situation. Anything could happen to him if he is sent to jail. Plus, I would have to go to that horrid boarding school.
"I promise, I have go now, Felicia."
I watched him board the bus where they would be going to their base o whatever. Jason could get killed out there. This was all my fault. Everything would be find if I was a normal girl. My dad wouldn't be so set on him ruining out image. He wouldn't care that Jason dropped out of school. He would care whether o not Jason truly loves me and he does. I know he does and he knows I amor him.
This could be the last time I see him and before he sits down in a seat, I jump onto the bus and I kiss him. I kiss him so hard that he won't ever forget me. I don't want him to forget us. I receive the same message back from his lips. They tell me no matter how this ends, we will always be together.
"But this is different," whispered Jason. "I can't handle seeing tu sent away, Felicia."
"I would rather be sent away than for tu to ignore me!"
"It is for the better," he whispered. He would not meet my eyes and I knew why. He would collapse if he saw even the slightest bit of hurt in my eyes.
I ran away from him and to the safety of my house. I ran and ran as he called my name. Each time my name became softer and softer until the wind dragged it away. It was sweet of him to not want me to go to that awful boarding school, but I don't want to say goodbye.
****
Hannah sat down siguiente to me as she chatted on and on about her fecha with this foreign dude she met on the Internet. It is times like these wen I think Hannah isn't my friend at all. She agreed with my dad that I should stop seeing Jason. She dicho that I would be happier now than I would ever have been with a guy who wears leather jackets and rides a motorcycle. My polish life shouldn't be dirtied por his dangerous lifestyle. He is a bad boy and I am suppose to be a good girl. He would ruin my image.
"Shut up for a minuto and listen, Hannah," I said. "I honestly don't care about Matteo and his fancy suits."
"Ugh," sighed Hannah as she polished her pinky toe pink. "Are tu still upset about Biker Boy? He made his choice."
"He wouldn't have to if everyone stopped butting into my business," I added.
"No one would have to be in your business if tu weren't the president's daughter. Now suck it up! Jason is a horrible kisser anyways."
And with that comment, I sent Hannah out of my room and told the guards to never let her set foot in my house again.
****
"I'm so sorry Felicia," declared Jason. "But is is for the best."
"I hate this," I mumbled as I fumbled with the white dress. "Everything would be okay if Hannah had kept her big mouth shut. tu wouldn't have to go away."
"You would have been sent to that boarding school even if Hannah hadn't dicho a word. He telling the tabloids about her relationship only added fuego to fuel. Your dad would still try to división, split us up. Besides, tu hate boarding schools," he said. It was amazing how he knew everything about me. This is why I amor him too much to see him leave.
"And tu promise that tu didn't kiss Hannah?" The tabloids had a festival when Hannah told them all about her juicy romance with Jason.
Jason's dad made him choose between the military o jail because my dad swears Jason estola something from the White House. Jason didn't. I know for a fact he didn't because the día that the crime was reported, Jason was with me. He wasn't suppose to be, but he was. Jason decided the military because he knew there would be más plots and plans to keep us away from each other. Going to jail would mean an even más brutal punishment than just a couple of years. He was dealing with the president in this situation. Anything could happen to him if he is sent to jail. Plus, I would have to go to that horrid boarding school.
"I promise, I have go now, Felicia."
I watched him board the bus where they would be going to their base o whatever. Jason could get killed out there. This was all my fault. Everything would be find if I was a normal girl. My dad wouldn't be so set on him ruining out image. He wouldn't care that Jason dropped out of school. He would care whether o not Jason truly loves me and he does. I know he does and he knows I amor him.
This could be the last time I see him and before he sits down in a seat, I jump onto the bus and I kiss him. I kiss him so hard that he won't ever forget me. I don't want him to forget us. I receive the same message back from his lips. They tell me no matter how this ends, we will always be together.
Again I own absolutely nothing, and I do hope tu smile laugh and get inspired because those are just wonderful feelings and it's the purpose of all of this.
Enjoy!
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the converse store siguiente door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say oveja vampiros Rock on them. Yeah, I amor the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with oveja that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into oveja vampiros that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of coca cola left from an año hace shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or tu shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?