bethanyrachel
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so im rachel. but some call me rach. (:
im basically youre average teenager who stays up too late on school nights, plays her music too loud, && texts way too much. im a little bit judgmental and just a tad hypercritical.
i hate capital letters, and i find punctuation to be critical.
i believe everyone deserves a second chance, but no one deserves a third.
i wanna work at toys-r-us.
im the blonde of the bunch. im easily amused and i act like a little kid.
my favorite movies are the princess bride and nick and norahs infinate playlist. their amazing. go watch them. now.
music is life.
justin beiber is my soul mate. even if he doesnt know yet.
well yeah. this has been pretty long.
stalk me on facebook, creep me on tumblr. whatever floats your boatt, you know.
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He told me he
loved me
and then he said
he thought we should
breakup
because we live
too far away.
fave if you think this is bullshit.
you say you hate being judged.
but honey, youre one of the most judgemental people i know.
TAKE ME FAR, FAR,
AWAYY. ♥
--MAYDAYPARADE--
She says i got the best beating heart in the
world,,
and it makes her want
to twirll around until she hits the ground.
♥♥♥
and for the first time in
a while
i felt truely beautiful
because i was in your
arms.
so today, i
stayed home from school because i passed out last night. and my
mom was scared that id do it again today.
my boyfriend goes to a school where theyre not supposed to
text during the day but he does anyways. well, today, i told
him that id passed out last night. and he was in biology. he
stopped everything and called me, right then, while his
teacher was talking, just to make sure i was okay, and to tell me
he loved me. all of this, and he got a six-hour detention. but he
told me he didnt care. he just had to know i was okay. I LOVE YOU
RYAN JACKSON. (:
HAHA, LONG BUT WORTH READING.
It was Monday, 6thperiod. I had English. With Mr. Hendreall. We were by far his worst class, and today he was making our class do oral reports. No normal 10thgrader likes giving oral reports. He made all the other classes give written reports. But not ours.
“Sabrina, would you like to go next?”
I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose. “Sure.” I said, getting up. My shoelace was untied, just my luck. I stepped on it, stumbled a little, lost my balance, and fell. Right in front of the desk of Michael. Michael. Great. I feel in front of Michael. I looked up. He was trying to hide a smirk.
“Are you okay…umm…uhh,” He stumbled on the words. He didn’t know my name. Not that I expected him to.
“Sabrina.” I said, finishing the sentence for him.
“Yeah, Sabrina. You okay?” He was still suppressing his laughter.
I pushed myself up, regaining what little balance I had. “Yeah, I’m just fine. Like normal.” I noticed my glasses had fallen off my head, and I was on all fours again. I heard someone whisper my name, and someone else say that I looked like a dog. I just rolled my eyes and kept searching on the cold, dirty floor.
“Miss. Sabrina, we don’t have all day. Would you mind hurrying up?” Of course, it was Mr. Hendreall.
“Yeah, Mr. Hendreall. Just, I lost my glasses and I can’t see without them.”
“You should have it memorized by now, you’ve had three days to research your topic, and that’s long enough. Get off your knees, and get to the front of the class.” I nodded quickly, nerveously. I wasn’t going to be able to walk to the front of the class without my glasses, there was no way.
I used Michaels desk to help support me up, and once I was steady on my feet I put my hands out in front of me, like six-year-old would if he had a blindfold on. I hit the podium with my hands, and heard a crunch below my feed. Oh, Lord. I bent down, and felt broken glass. Of course. I stepped on my glasses. I tried to be calm, and walked behind the stand, ready to give my speech about the “Mexican Way of Life.”
“Uhm, well, uhh, most Mexicans are born at home, because of lack of hospitals. And they normally get malnutrished from no food or clean water.” That was about all I’d gotten through before I started feeling my stomach churn. I clutched my abdomen and ran out of the long hallway, hearing people laugh or snicker behind me. I heard others whisper stuff about me, like how short my jeans were, or how ugly I was.
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