Who Is The Only Story I 'll Ever Tell?

2573 WordsApr 20, 201611 Pages
This is the only story I’ll ever tell. In fact, I 'm not even supposed to tell this one. My life was normal as it was going to get, and I just had to go and screw it up. At the time of this story I was a innocent little high schooler living in the fantasies and dreams in her head. I never faced reality. I pushed all of my fears, doubts, and failures into a small box that I locked away in the back of my mind. Although, sometimes the box grew too big and it would explode. That was the time my feelings got me in trouble. I wished for things that never should’ve been. Things that were only supposed to be written about, never lived. Surprisingly, the wishes came true in some forms. I should’ve been careful of what I wished for. <<>><<>><<>> I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock blazing in my ears. I wrinkled my nose at the thought of waking up. My arm stretched out from the sea of blankets and slammed down on the snooze button, silencing the obnoxious noise. In the sleepy silence of the room, I stretched my toes to the end of my bed and my arms reached for the head board. A yawn escaped my lips, as my muscles relaxed, ready to fall back asleep. Yet another day in the life of Alice Dame, a nobody. I sat up, my fuzzy black comforter falling down to my lap as I put my head in my hands and groaned not wanting to face the day. When the alarm rang for the second time, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I groaned yet again, shedding inward tears about the thought of leaving the warm
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