Pool of Tears: Lame pamagat and improved plotline (Hopefully). I'm happy that I fixed something horrible. And I'm changing the horrid pamagat I made three or so years ago. ( I don't even remember.) This is a T rated story.
PROLOGUE
It's happening again. The dream I have had every night for as long as I can even remember. The weird thing is, I can never remember any clear details from the dream when I wake up. It's like it vanished from my memory, just waiting for the susunod time I slept. Sometimes I'll wake up screaming, blanking the reason. The screams are mostly all I remember, for I black out. I don't know if they are a sign for anything, but whether its good or bad, it's not like my life is a charm. I have secrets, many if I may. I'm good at hiding my emotions. No one can tell the true feelings sa pamamagitan ng just looking at me. But that's okay. I'm okay. and being okay, is the best I can be.
CHAPTER ONE
I open my eyes, adjusting to the light of the sun, flashing through my window. The highlight of my araw so far, I don't recall screaming. I let my eyes close. You see, I get these dreams that I can never remember. All I know is that, they're really freaking scary. But what is scary? I pag-ibig horror movies, so It's not like I can't stand horror, or anything like that, but the only emotion I feel from the dream, is fear. Maybe the fear is from not remembering, I don't know. I open my eyes, and decide to get out of my comfy bed, and get ready for another dreadful day. Checking the time, I see it's 6:30, meaning my parents left for work already. I soak up these 30 minutos of alone time, like a sponge does with water, knowing the outcome of what will most likely happen when I get home. Bringing my thoughts away from that and towards something new, I pick out my outfit for the day. I guess these black skinny jeans with a blue tint to it, and a navy blue long sleeved with a grey unbutton vest would work. My closet mainly consists of dark mga kulay and long sleeves. I don't particularly like being the center of attention. I would much rather be cuddled up in a corner with a good book. Which I think is partially the reason for my liking of dark colors. Or hanging out with my best friend, Duncan. We have been connected sa pamamagitan ng hip ever since I came to this horrid town when I was in kindergarten. Heather, also known as the bitch, poured her juice box all over me. Of course, I was only about 5, so I was upset. Everyone started to laugh at me, except Duncan. He defended me, threatening Heather. I can't exactly remember what he said, but all I know is, it brought us to where we were today. Best friends. After I get dressed, I brushed out my hair, straightening I started to hear repetitive knocking on the front door, along with a deep voice yelling out towards me. At first, I start to freak. But as soon as start to recognize he voice, instantly I know, it's Duncan. He comes over every morning to pick me up, for school that is. I don't know why I freaked out, I guess I'm still a little woozy from the reoccurring dream.
"Hey pasty, you ready yet?" Duncan asks me from outside of my door.
"Yeah. Let me grab my bag and I'll be out." I say doing as I said. I open my door and see Duncan, I nod at him, saying a quick hi. He smiles back, and we go down the stairs. Once we're outside, we jump on his bike, and he drives off to this place I call hell. I balutin my arms around him as we start going down the highway.
We finally make it to school, and right away the asong babae is already on my case.
"Hey lovebirds, glad you could make it." Heather says, walking over to Dunc's bike.
"What do you want Heather?" I say, getting straight to the point.
"Oh wanted to let you know, you too aren't invited to my party! So long!" She waves with a cheesy smile, and leaves. I slowly get off of the motorcycle.
"Well, that was strange. I wouldn't even want to go to a Heather party anyways."
"I don't know, I feel like crashing something. Something that rhymes with smarty." Duncan says with a smirk.
"Which you aren't. I say as a playfully manuntok his shoulder.
"Ouch Gwenny, that hurts." Duncan says."
"Lets just go to class, kay?" I roll my eyes whilst saying. I'm already done with school, might as well get it over with.
"Alright. Ma'am!" Duncan says again with that special smirk of his.
I giggle as I mock back,
"Alright, Sir!"
A/N: Hi. I'm back. :) So, I decided to rewrite my Pool of Tears (now named I'm Okay because I'm the most creative person ever) story, and this happened. I like it a lot better then the other one. It's going to have a new plot, and a lot of the story is changing. I don't even remember what happened... But I will incorporate pieces of that story in this. Kinda... I hope you like this one better, and once I come up with the plot... well develop it madami this story will be better. I PROMISE- I won't abandon this. Even if I don't update that often. My goal is to always write 1k words a chapter. This one may be shorter though..And if you're still reading, I pag-ibig you :D
PROLOGUE
It's happening again. The dream I have had every night for as long as I can even remember. The weird thing is, I can never remember any clear details from the dream when I wake up. It's like it vanished from my memory, just waiting for the susunod time I slept. Sometimes I'll wake up screaming, blanking the reason. The screams are mostly all I remember, for I black out. I don't know if they are a sign for anything, but whether its good or bad, it's not like my life is a charm. I have secrets, many if I may. I'm good at hiding my emotions. No one can tell the true feelings sa pamamagitan ng just looking at me. But that's okay. I'm okay. and being okay, is the best I can be.
CHAPTER ONE
I open my eyes, adjusting to the light of the sun, flashing through my window. The highlight of my araw so far, I don't recall screaming. I let my eyes close. You see, I get these dreams that I can never remember. All I know is that, they're really freaking scary. But what is scary? I pag-ibig horror movies, so It's not like I can't stand horror, or anything like that, but the only emotion I feel from the dream, is fear. Maybe the fear is from not remembering, I don't know. I open my eyes, and decide to get out of my comfy bed, and get ready for another dreadful day. Checking the time, I see it's 6:30, meaning my parents left for work already. I soak up these 30 minutos of alone time, like a sponge does with water, knowing the outcome of what will most likely happen when I get home. Bringing my thoughts away from that and towards something new, I pick out my outfit for the day. I guess these black skinny jeans with a blue tint to it, and a navy blue long sleeved with a grey unbutton vest would work. My closet mainly consists of dark mga kulay and long sleeves. I don't particularly like being the center of attention. I would much rather be cuddled up in a corner with a good book. Which I think is partially the reason for my liking of dark colors. Or hanging out with my best friend, Duncan. We have been connected sa pamamagitan ng hip ever since I came to this horrid town when I was in kindergarten. Heather, also known as the bitch, poured her juice box all over me. Of course, I was only about 5, so I was upset. Everyone started to laugh at me, except Duncan. He defended me, threatening Heather. I can't exactly remember what he said, but all I know is, it brought us to where we were today. Best friends. After I get dressed, I brushed out my hair, straightening I started to hear repetitive knocking on the front door, along with a deep voice yelling out towards me. At first, I start to freak. But as soon as start to recognize he voice, instantly I know, it's Duncan. He comes over every morning to pick me up, for school that is. I don't know why I freaked out, I guess I'm still a little woozy from the reoccurring dream.
"Hey pasty, you ready yet?" Duncan asks me from outside of my door.
"Yeah. Let me grab my bag and I'll be out." I say doing as I said. I open my door and see Duncan, I nod at him, saying a quick hi. He smiles back, and we go down the stairs. Once we're outside, we jump on his bike, and he drives off to this place I call hell. I balutin my arms around him as we start going down the highway.
We finally make it to school, and right away the asong babae is already on my case.
"Hey lovebirds, glad you could make it." Heather says, walking over to Dunc's bike.
"What do you want Heather?" I say, getting straight to the point.
"Oh wanted to let you know, you too aren't invited to my party! So long!" She waves with a cheesy smile, and leaves. I slowly get off of the motorcycle.
"Well, that was strange. I wouldn't even want to go to a Heather party anyways."
"I don't know, I feel like crashing something. Something that rhymes with smarty." Duncan says with a smirk.
"Which you aren't. I say as a playfully manuntok his shoulder.
"Ouch Gwenny, that hurts." Duncan says."
"Lets just go to class, kay?" I roll my eyes whilst saying. I'm already done with school, might as well get it over with.
"Alright. Ma'am!" Duncan says again with that special smirk of his.
I giggle as I mock back,
"Alright, Sir!"
A/N: Hi. I'm back. :) So, I decided to rewrite my Pool of Tears (now named I'm Okay because I'm the most creative person ever) story, and this happened. I like it a lot better then the other one. It's going to have a new plot, and a lot of the story is changing. I don't even remember what happened... But I will incorporate pieces of that story in this. Kinda... I hope you like this one better, and once I come up with the plot... well develop it madami this story will be better. I PROMISE- I won't abandon this. Even if I don't update that often. My goal is to always write 1k words a chapter. This one may be shorter though..And if you're still reading, I pag-ibig you :D
