the search for paradise
Chapter Thirty-eightMatt's point of view
"Penny!" I kept calling
after her.
I stopped my her locker, where Stephanie posed.
"What did you do?" I demanded.
"Me? Oh, well, I didn't do anything," she acted
all innocent.
"Don't lie to me," I spat, "What did you say
to her?"
She smiled grimly.
"Get out of my way." I stepped forward. Instincively,
she stepped back.
I stared into her fake colored eyes that were surrounded by
layers of makup.
"Oh, Matt," she said softly. She lifted a finger and
started to trace it around on my chest.
Without looking away, I grabbed her finger and twisted it,
hearing a snap.
She yelped in pain, cradling her finger. She peeked at it.
"You broke my nail you *sshole!" She screeched.
"If you don't get out of my way, you're going to
have to get another nose job," I warned.
She gawked at me. I pressed my forearm against her, shoving her
away from me before running to find Penny.
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Penny's point of view
I woke up to my phone ringing at almost six o'clock. It was
Matt. I hit ignore and tossed my phone onto my jacket on my
floor. I sighed and got up and walked into the bathroom. I
almost fell over because of the unbearable pounding in my
head.
I gazed into the mirror at the mess that looked back at me.
Red, puffy eyes, red splotched all over my face, black streaks
of mascara stained the girl's cheeks.
I turned the water on and splashed some cold water on my
face. I wiped off all the makeup and breathed deeply, trying to
think.
How can I just give up Matt?
We love each other, and without him, I wouldn't know what I
would do. He's my everything.
I pictured him and Stephanie together and almost started
bawling again.
I stopped myself by pushing the thought out of my head. I
slowly went back into my room, changed into some sweats and a
tee, tossed my hair up into a messy bun, all the while
pondering. I grabbed the huge monkey that was on my bed and
hugged it tighter than ever.
I plopped myself down onto my huge bean bag at the end of my
bed. I layed there for what seemed like an eternity.
A few times, my phone kept ringing Matt's ringtone, but I
didn't move.
I just layed there, thinking, and thinking. I thought about our
little adventures. Our first kiss on top of the brightly lit
ferris wheel at that cute little fair.
Our first night together on the beach, me just laying there in
his arms under the stars, gazing at his perfection as he slept
soundlessly.
When he would come up behind me and whisper: "I love you
baby," in my ear, making me giggle.
The way he kissed me as we watched the sunset on the edge of
the docks at the pier the same day his sister was engaged.
When we ran away to Las Vegas for a weekend. When he tossed me
over his shoulder and carried me through Circus Circus.
Then it hit me..
I'm in love with Matthew. And there is nothing that's
ever going to destroy what we have.
I jumped up and grabbed my phone, butterflies tickling my
stomach. I punched in Matt's number and waited.
One ring....two rings.....three rings....voicemail. My heart
sank.
It's okay, he'll call back in just a minute, Maybe
he's driving. I thought.
After about five minutes, I called again. Voicemail.
"Matt, please listen to me. I really need to talk to you
as soon as you get this. Call me back. Or just come over, I
really need to hear your voice and we need to talk. Please.
I'm sorry." My voice cracked on the last word . I
ended by hitting the end button. I forced myself to stop before
I could go on until the tears that are welling up in my eyes
begin to spill. I breathed in deeply and out, holding back more
tears. I slowly walked back into my bathroom to take a hot
shower and think some more..
Sorry this is
long,
but i just
wanted to tell you about
this:
So I had to take a state writing test in
my language arts class.
The prompt we were given was:
"Society has gone through many changes and is still
undergoing a few. Do you think it's changing for better
or for worse?"
I chose for the worse because of how much bullying and
judging there is. People have commit suicide over bullying.
People get judged over the
T I N I E S T things they do.
So throughout the whole essay I just vented about how
people get bullyed or judged, and end up dead because
of society. I vented through a lot of it, too.
When I turned in my essay, I got a score of 6.0.
That's the highest score. I was pretty shocked,
tbh.
People say they hate society, but you know
what?
We.
Are.
Society.
Don't judge. Don't hate.
One of my favorite quotes says:
"You must be the change you want to see in the
world."
So if we want society to change, we are going to have to
start.
It's gotta start somewhere, right?
Who's with me?
♥