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As I stare into the deep, cold, distance, I wonder where she scurried off to.
It had just been about 18 seconds since she had slapped me, sharply, onto my face and ran like the wind.
I kept hearing wailing and slow pauses filled with little, weak cries inside that stupid wooden cottage house.
That sure gives a teenage boy a great boosting of ego, right?
Right.
That's how I felt, at least.
Arguing, screaming, getting slapped, having a love confession get SCREAMED into your face, THEN to get ran away from, AND having your little sensitive sister by your side watching all of this, then and for my younger sibling who, must I say, I was very close to, to completely ignore me for the rest of her life, REALLY takes alot out of someone.
Especially for a guy like me.
Then, I hear that loud, annoying wail again.
But this time, I felt like someone punched me in the stoumach-
I realized that I hadn't said sorry to her.
You would have thunk that, her, probably being about mile away, I would have thought about it and gone into my room, forget about it within an hour and ignore life itself.
But hey,
But no, I'm the kind of guy who does things first, THEN thinks
You know,
The stupid way?
So, I being that kind of person, got up, and started walking, then jogging, then running, to try to find her.
I NEEDED to say sorry, or else I would regret myself for the rest of my life, and become a nervous wreck living in a cardboard box with no one to care about me,
plus, asking people to drop some change from their lint-filled pockets into a chipped, faded ceramic mug so that within a few days, I would have at least 6 cents.
Hooray.
And, one of the reasons I don't want to become some low life hobo is because,
I would lose my hotness, if that makes any sense.
And I KNOW I'm attractive, or else a girl wouldn't have confessed love to me, right?
Riiiiight.
And yeah, I know,
"Looks don't matter!!11111One"
BUUUT,
They kind of do.
I'm sorry if I sound mean but hey,
WE'RE ALL HUMAN.
So face it,
Looks DO matter.
I mean like,
They aren't everything, unless you think like a souless monkey,
But, they ARE something.
DEAL WITH IT.
Ahem, ANYWAY,
I kept looking for her, running as fast I could.
I would say sorry, no matter how hard it would be.
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Description
As I stare into the deep, cold, distance, I wonder where she scurried off to.
It had just been about 18 seconds since she had slapped me, sharply, onto my face and ran like the wind.
I kept hearing wailing and slow pauses filled with little, weak cries inside that stupid wooden cottage house.
That sure gives a teenage boy a great boosting of ego, right?
Right.
That's how I felt, at least.
Arguing, screaming, getting slapped, having a love confession get SCREAMED into your face, THEN to get ran away from, AND having your little sensitive sister by your side watching all of this, then and for my younger sibling who, must I say, I was very close to, to completely ignore me for the rest of her life, REALLY takes alot out of someone.
Especially for a guy like me.
Then, I hear that loud, annoying wail again.
But this time, I felt like someone punched me in the stoumach-
I realized that I hadn't said sorry to her.
You would have thunk that, her, probably being about mile away, I would have thought about it and gone into my room, forget about it within an hour and ignore life itself.
But hey,
But no, I'm the kind of guy who does things first, THEN thinks
You know,
The stupid way?
So, I being that kind of person, got up, and started walking, then jogging, then running, to try to find her.
I NEEDED to say sorry, or else I would regret myself for the rest of my life, and become a nervous wreck living in a cardboard box with no one to care about me,
plus, asking people to drop some change from their lint-filled pockets into a chipped, faded ceramic mug so that within a few days, I would have at least 6 cents.
Hooray.
And, one of the reasons I don't want to become some low life hobo is because,
I would lose my hotness, if that makes any sense.
And I KNOW I'm attractive, or else a girl wouldn't have confessed love to me, right?
Riiiiight.
And yeah, I know,
"Looks don't matter!!11111One"
BUUUT,
They kind of do.
I'm sorry if I sound mean but hey,
WE'RE ALL HUMAN.
So face it,
Looks DO matter.
I mean like,
They aren't everything, unless you think like a souless monkey,
But, they ARE something.
DEAL WITH IT.
Ahem, ANYWAY,
I kept looking for her, running as fast I could.
I would say sorry, no matter how hard it would be.
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