meggieb131

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Young.

Happy.

Shy.

Quirky

Never been in love, but I'm waiting.

Been heartbroken before.

Hoping to make a difference.

M

Quotes by meggieb131



If you ask me
             
        how I'm doing

I'd say I'm doing just fine

I'd lie and say that
you're not on my mind.

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*on top quotes*
Why the hell does this quote have so many favs?
It's so dumb!

*looks over at username*
ohh...

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The best conversations:

the ones at 2 in the morning
when you don't know what the hell you're saying because you're so tired
and you talk for an hour and a half even though it only feels like 10 minutes

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me: Tell me something you've never told me before.
 
him; Uhh...you're beautiful(:
 
 



the best feeling:

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when a guy admits that he likes you.

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i dream of kissing you
before I go to bed every night..



LOL.

I found some old pictures of us tonight.
You looked highly unattractive.
I laughed out loud.
~---**I feel better now.

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Can you freakin ask me out already?
Or does cupid need to hit you in the head a couple more times?


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Beautiful Disaster

Chapter 1
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My hands were ice cold, shaking terribly as they fumbled with the metal doorknob.
"Damnit," I cursed under my breath as the keys fell into the snow at my feet. I sighed, picking them up, and finally made it into my house. I skidded my boots on the mat, trying to rid them of all sticky snow, then slid down the hallway on my socks. I'm always dumb like that.
Almost crashing into the fridge, I made my wonderful enterance in to the kitchen. The first thing I noticed was that it was silent. Too silent in my house for a crazy little brother and hairbrained mother prancing around. I shrugged, thinking they'd probably have situated themselves on the downstairs couch to watch a "family" film or whatever. All that lovey family crap my mom was trying to get us to instill in our family. Grabbing the orange juice out of the fridge and a tall glass from the cabinet, I stood with one hip cocked to the side like I always do, drinking my orange juice by the kitchen counter. That's when I heard it. It was an unusual, fuzzy sound, like the beginning part of a playing record. It was barely audible, but I could still hear it. I walked over to the answering machine; that's where it was coming from. With a cold finger I pressed the volume button, and fell silent as I listened to the noises. Little whispers every now and then, and a fumbling noise like the phone was being handled by someone in a rush. And then, my heart stopped. A single shriek erupted from the silence, my glass of orange juice dropping to the floor with a sickening crash. One single shriek, and the tape went silent.
It was my mother.

**Present**
Mrs. Evesburg's droning voice was giving me a headache. A real bad one too, cause I could feel it pounding in my ears like a steel drum. I hate people like that, who cause your head to hurt. Anways, I was sitting in chemistry class like the wonderful teenager that I am, hoping the stupid clock would somehow magically turn forward a couple of hours. Playing with the gum inside my mouth I stared around at the classroom posters like I always do when I'm bored. Those thoughts were creeping up on me again today. Sometimes I just couldn't do anything about it; they'd overtake me and bring me to panic and tears all over again. But I tried to save my tears for home and look as normal as possible at school. Just then, a girl named Joanne tapped me on the elbow,
"Melanie," she whispered, "can you grab my pencil?" She said it with one of those soft looks, the look people have given me ever since my mom and brother disappeared. I reached down and grabbed her pencil, hearing the scuffling noise of papers as everyone in the class rose. I guess it was time to get with our lab partners. I wasn't listening to Mrs. Evesburg  in the first place, so I had no idea who I'd be working with.
I swear, I thought, if I'm partnered with Linday Morrow I will shoot myself. She was the most annoy--
"Mrs. Richards," said the teacher. She was hovering over me, "you're working with Jonathan, if you didn't hear."
Wonderful, I thought, just freaking wonderful. Everyone knew Jonathan Correy as the oddball quiet kid who would probably become a pedophile or something. I walked over to his desk, sitting down next to him. I guess I'd never really talked to him before, but he didn't seem as cold as he looked from a distance.
"Hello Melanie," he said in a surprising sweet voice. Looking into his steel blue eyes, I was caught off guard.
"Hi Jonathan."






HIM
stupid. annoying. incredible.


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