The Power of the Eyes

((FOR ME AN F IS THE END OF THE WORLD, ASH, I HAVE TO GET ALL A'S, I NEED A SCHOLARSHIP, A FULLTIME ONE TOO, TO UTAH STATE, I HAVE TO BE PERFECT))

((Okay, whatever))

((Ash, our goals are very different from each other. Some people need to work harder in different areas than others do, and for me, I need all A's thought high shool, and I need to start that habit NOW.))

((I tried to drop it, what do you think that "What ever" was? But fine, what ever. I know from experience that sometimes, f's are out of your control. My first f, and hopefully my only f (its been a while), was given to me based solely on the schools grading system. Grading on a collage bell curve in elementary school is highly idiotic and caused me to give up trying to improve my grades in 3rd grade. I had grades that were completely wacko compared to how much effort I'd put out. I busted my butt trying to get rid of that f but what did it give me? A whole bunch of wasted time and effort that could have been spent elsewhere. Forgive me if my attitude towards grades upsets you, but I happen to have at least some degree of a reason for my attitude. I get that you have big plans for your future that require really good grades, but honestly, some things are out of your control.))

((Your attitude towards grades DOES upset me. I CAN control MY grades, no matter WHAT. I KNOW this is something I HAVE to do for my future to happen the way I want it to, and I KNOW that my effort is NOT wasted. I WILL NOT have an F. OMG now I will quote Natsu so y'all who read this understand why I am so stubborn about the things I want and care about: "Don't give up, the beginning is always the hardest, so let's keep going till the very end." ~Natsu Dragneel. Also, "Maybe it's not my weekend but it's gonna be my year. And I'm so sick of watching all the minutes pass as I go nowhere. And this is my reaction to everything I fear, because I've been going crazy, I dont wanna waste another minute here"~ All Time Low. I will control my future.))

((And now I am looking up quotes... Great...))

((Fyi, it was my last grade of the year, I had done all I could, and nothing worked. I did extra work just trying to bring my grades up, and it didn't work. Have fun with your quotes))

((BRO THIS IS MY LAST GRADE OF THE YEAR THAT FREAKS ME OUT MORE AHHHHHHH TRYING TO LOOK CALM IN THEDDLE OF YOUR ENGLISH CLASS IS HARD))

((Sorry. But that was in third grade so I doubt it would actually happen for you.))

I rushed after Melissa. I knew this probably wasn't what I should do. I knew this wasn't the normal thing to do, but when was I normal? And who cares if it was innapropriate; the word meant little to me, and I struggled with understanding what was and what wasn't. Whawt would happen would happen. I pushed the door open and strode to her bed, sitting behind her, holding her firmly in my arms. I felt her small, weak, fragile body, pressed against mine, her arms and torso tightly bound within my arms, and I knew, with every fiber of my being, that at that moment whe was safe. I felt tingles running through my skin, an odd thing that had never happened. I leaned close, her hair brushing my face. "I won't leave." I closed my eyes. I started to speak again, but choked on tears. Tears. I choked on... tears. One rolled down my cheek. A tear. I had never shed a tear. Never. Not in my whole life... I spoke, a bit strangled. "I won't leave, I promise." I cried harder. I cried... I actually cried. "I won't leave, Melissa. I won't leave this country, nor the state, nor the city, nor this house," I started whispering towards the end, "I won't leave you, Melissa." Tears streamed down my face. I sobbed, and my head sunk until it rested unintentionally on her shoulder. "I won't leave you."

Its a strange thing when a guy starts crying on a girl's shoulder. Strange, but not bad. I shifted so was hugging him. "Is this you're first time?" I asked softly. The tears in my eyes started to slowly dry up.

((Grba;kgabrl))

I looked up, the tears starting to subside. "Yes... Yes, it is." I glanced around the room, then at her tear-stained shirt. "Forgive me," I said.

((... It sounds like you're drowning, staci...))

((... I practically DID drown last Friday... But the party was fun, for the most part, anyway.))

"Nah, it's cool." I said, reaching for a box of tissues. "Here."

I smiled. "Thank you." I took a tussue and wiped the tears from my face. i realized I still had my arms around her, but for some reason I had no desire to remove them.

((...*Isn't gonna say anything*))

((WHy, Staci?))

((She ships Al with Lexile))

((Just... nm,... ignore me...))
((No, I just don't ship Lexile with your character))

((Mine?))

((Right now I don't ship him with anyone, but Lexile and Melissa are my NOTP))

((She doesn't ship Lelissa)))

((Gah, just... Nm... IGNORE ME AND MY IDIOTICNESS))