Story box

hey guys… I noticed that this site keeps getting downtime or some shit. I moved to bhebie.dollie.us

so I’m going to continue my stories there ^_^ ciao!

So here she goes, looking through the school library shelves yet again. She was very indecisive, and if she was lucky, she would get a book picked before the bell rang for the start of the first class of the day. She’s always in the school library after she finished reading the book she borrowed just two days ago, sometimes dragging her friend along with her.

“What do you think I should read?” Bookworm asked her friend.

“I don’t know. Oh my god! You’re such a bookworm, Bookworm!” Drag-around-friend told Bookworm.

“Come on! What book?” Bookworm presses on.

“Fine!” Drag-around-friend finally gives in. She looks around and asks, “Where are the erotic novels?”

Bookworm massaged her forehead in distress. It was obviously a bad idea asking Drag-around-friend for what to read. “Never mind, Drag-around-friend.” She shoos her away to the computers where Drag-around-friend would have more fun flirting on myspace than to help her pick a book.

She sees one book that caught her attention before, but too hesitant to read because the publishing date says 1992. The book is too old, she told herself. It doesn’t fit the modern times–where I live in now. She found another one that everyone said was good. A popular one, huh? She could tell it was popular, and taken in and out of the library a lot of times because of it’s tattered frame. She put it back into the shelf. That won’t do.

She found another one. It has a fantasy theme. She likes the mysterious aura it gives whenever she reads it, how she could easily cuddle underneath her covers whenever a scary part is on the page she is reading. The cover of the book was red, had a silhouette of a dragon and a boy holding a sword pointedly at the dragon. No, it looks too childish. What will everyone think if they see me read it? Obviously, they’d think that I’m childish–that’s worse than being called a boring bookworm.

The bell rang; just her luck. She sighed and quickly picked a book from the pile–a thick book that would last her the whole weekend. Dashing quickly to the librarian to check out the book, she noticed that she took the popular book her other bookworm friends recommended.

“Oh? So you’ll take this book?” The librarian asked.

“Yeah, I think it might be interesting,” she said, tapping her fingers on librarian’s desktop.

“How was the other book?” The librarian asked, handing her the book she checked out. She was asking about the other book which she chose solely on whim or by instinct every time the bell rings.

“It was interesting,” she said truthfully. Yes, she did find it interesting. Somehow, the books that she pulls out at the last minute seems to entertain her more than her “type” of books–if such a thing even exists for her. Most of the time, the books had bad book covers and titles, although she’d recommend them in a heartbeat.

“If you need help with recommendations just ask me, okay?” The nice librarian said.

She nodded and rushed to her first class, though the nagging feeling stayed with her. Does she do the same thing with people? Does she judge them by how they look? Would she finally get tired of looking for nice looking people in the midst of the bad looking ones and finally just settle for the bad looking ones?

You can’t keep doing this, she told herself. You’re the bookworm. Haven’t you heard of ‘Don’t judge a book by it’s cover?’ They’re your only friends, after all.

I’m really really desperate for making money again. Here are my options:

-Work — But my dad doesn’t want me to work again, because he thinks I should focus on my studies…fair enough; I think so too.

-Shake my money maker — hmm…I don’t know if my dad would like this better.

-Run a lemonade stand — This thing never worked ever since third grade. Besides, there’s still snow in my area. damn… it’s cold and all… who would want a lemonade? haha

-Rob a bank — I’m too pussy for these things.

-Sell old things — haha! You see… these things never worked for me before. I think everything holds a sentimental value even though it’s junk.

- Write a book — like… anyone would actually want to read my sappy love stories? MUAHAHA

-bottle drive — “Yes, excuse me, Mam. Can I have your bottles? I’m a volunteer from ‘Save the broke ass kid, Debbie’ foundation. And I’d very much like it if I could have your bottles, so that I could exchange it for money, and keep it for myself.”

*Lady slams her front door*

-solicit money — “Yes… I’m a deaf person and I need money for treatment to get new ears.”

*Lady slams door again.”

haii… I could make an endless list…but I don’t think a lot of them would work for me. HEEELLPP!!!

I’m surprised at how confident I was. I even raced to get myself into his arms. As human beings, we all do have weaknesses–he’s mine. No… we had nothing between us back then–other than my feelings for him. And we shall call him ‘A’ in this post.

Anyway… as I got myself into his arms, he smiled and brushed his lips on my forehead. “Let’s go to the bank, I need to withdraw money.”

I smiled like a fool, he needed to withdraw money for our first date. First date. We’re finally in a date–its too good to be true. We both walked together, hand in hand, under the sun that seemed to be smiling at us. Fate–I thought–is on our side. We didn’t say much on our way there. I didn’t know how long he had harbored these feelings for me that he just suddenly thought he could give me a kiss and a hug.

Just as we got inside the bank, we both noticed that it was dark–kinda dead and cold. Even though I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, I went where my curiosity demanded to be. I tightened my two arms on his arm, and kept walking. I could feel that I wasn’t the only one scared. My head started to spin when we saw dead people with blood oozing from their head. Some were on the floor, and the employees dead on their chair. He covered my mouth when I started to gag.

I was thankful that he was there to calm me down, because right at that moment, we heard a small shuffling noise in the corner. ‘A’ quickly pulled me down to the nearest table, and stuffed me and himself under it. It was different from how I pictured our first date would be. Yes, my heart was beating wild–it’s supposed to be because I’m madly in love with him. But in this case, it’s beating so hard against my chest–so painful–because I was scared to death. Yes, we’re touching (his hand was still on my mouth to stop me from squealing), but the chemistry between us was just merely ignored; I was too concentrated on the footsteps of the new comer.

I prayed to god that the new comer couldn’t hear my ragged breathing.

“Calm down,” ‘A’ whispered to my ear. It reminded me that I wasn’t alone. that he was still there. And for that, I calmed down.

“Debbie…Debbie…Debbie…” the man chanted. I never heard of his voice before, yet it made me sick to my stomach.

I wanted so much to scream out what my heart is feeling. But–thankfully–the chanting ended and the sound of his footsteps started to fade. We heard a door slam close from the other end of the room, and we were finally able to breath comfortably.

But we really can’t rest there, we had to get out of that place as soon as possible. My knees felt week as the stale smell of blood reached my brain. But he was there to help me up to my feet.

We found door at the other end of the room. It reads ‘Exit’ on top of it. He rushed us both to it. Why can’t we just go straight to front door? It’s just near; why can’t we? Then maybe we’ll be out of danger. Then maybe we could start on our date now.

When the door opened, my head bumped to his back as he came to an abrupt stop. Then I noticed, in front of us were the men covered in blood, knives in their hands, chanting ‘Debbie…Debbie…’

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I finally snapped out of the dream. Thankfully, we weren’t really in trouble, because it was just my dream. Unfortunately, we really weren’t in trouble. There really wasn’t a we from the start. Anyway… tough luck, Debbie.

I rarely do this…speaking my mind about what I’m planning for the future.

I’m doing this because it’s noticable that my way of thinking changed a whole lot. I dunno… maybe it’s Richie, maybe it’s just time.

Not a lot of people are happy with my change–the way I’m hurting myself because I chose not to be with Richie anymore when I really do like him. The reason? I don’t know either. Another reason is that I blamed my friends in Dubai for being too immature. When, truth is, they really didn’t change at all. I did.

I now want to be a teacher–an english teacher and move to Korea or Japan and teach there. I’ve always had passion for learning more about the culture of these two countries. My dad actually approves that I take bachelors of education. Well, he’s contented with it since I’d rather go to school than to not like my eldest brother. It’s really weird, because if you were to suggest to me to take B.O.E for college 5 months ago, I’d crack up and tell you it’s the funniest joke I’ve ever heard.

And…I’m actually doing good in school this semester. Unlike grade 10 and last semester, I’m getting 90+ on english and math. Actually, I’ve always been like this for until I moved here to Canada. But since I want to be a teacher, I got to bump up my courses since I’m now paying for the bad choices I made last year. Damn…

So, my dad talked about helping out our cousins in the Philippines–the girls who got pregnant and kept their babies before they even turned 18. I have a cousin who had 3 kids at the age of 17. I really can’t blame them since they’re young and really curious.

So, I’m planning, after I finished college, I’m going to adopt one of their babies. Of course, I’ll bring them with me to Korea hehe…

It seems like they’re really big plans but I’m happy with this now. I really do want to help them out and adopt one or two of their kids, I really do want to teach english, and I really do want to wait for the right person for me.

My big sister and mom has different plans and they probably want me in it too. They’re planning on opening up a real estate agency and they want me to take business and interior designing. Whenever my dad talks to me about being a teacher, I could see that my mom try to focus her mind somewhere else just so she wouldn’t have to argue with my dad.

Anyway… I got plans tonight. woot! Can’t wait till I finally get to eat korean food!

Snow is a bad omen? Heard of that? Probably not, but in my book it is. Maybe because when we moved here from Dubai it was snowing. I cried when I saw the snow for I knew–we’re not in Dubai anymore. Canada has the moodiest weather, I tell you.

I was at work when I saw it was snowing. I was working in the drive-through so a couple of times the snow would land on my arms as I would reach out to hand our customers their orders.

“Those guys are jerks,” Pauline, my super cool supervisor, said.

I knew who she was talking about. There were a group of 8 to 10 guys with one girl, in their teens, hanging out in our store. I just laughed at her remark and joked, “Who? Those wiggers?” Yes, I’m one of those girls with dry humor, but bear with me please. If you didn’t happen to know what wiggers are… they are these white dudes trying to act all black and shit (and there’s more to that… but let’s just be brief). Although, one of the guys was black.

Pauline can’t stop laughing when I said that. It was after all funny, especially when you see the live version of it right in front of your very eyes.

No one came into the drive-through for a few minutes and I finally had time to have some fresh air–even if it was the chilly wind from outside. Some of the guys left too, but the girl and the rest of them were still inside. I stood by the window, watching the snow fall and melt as it touched a surface.

The only girl in the group started going all, “Hey, buddy!” she had this tinge of concern in her voice–it almost sounded like a plea. “Buuuuddyyy!!!” she started again. She was by the door, yelling at who ever was outside. I glared at her in irritation, what is this whiny bitch yelling about?

It happened too fast. Those guys who I thought left came back in. Along with them was a guy who looked old for his age–he wouldn’t be associated with these jerks if he was–his face was bloody as the group started ganging up on him. I couldn’t take my eyes off the horrible picture happening in front of us. It was only supposed to be in the movies.

“GET THE FUCK OUT!” Pauline yelled, running to the back room to call the police and our store owner.

The victim’s blood splattered on our counter as they continued pounding on his bloody face. His mouth was hanging open as blood oozed out of his gums, it must be painful to close it. His arms was tangled amongst the other hurdles of young men on him. They dragged him along the shop, his head banged on the hard surface of counter, his back pushed against our till.

It was noisy…they were yelling profanities at him. He was alone…someone help him… how could anyone be…so cold?

My eyes were probably about to pop out of their sockets as I watched in horror. I was far from the scene but I saw every detail of it.

The guy finally said, “Okay, your group won! Stop it!”

But they didn’t stop after a few more blows to his face. If that made them feel good…

The black kid started throwing rocks at him but he missed every time. They all started to scramble and get a hold of themselves, the police was yet to arrive. I just stood frozen there, aware that my heart was still beating–or banging against my chest.

The guy begged to stay for a while so that he could look for his glasses. I can’t blame Pauline for yelling at him to leave, she was shaken as I was too, and we are are her responsibility as our supervisor. I felt sympathy for the dude. He said he didn’t start it–that he just wants to stay to look for his glasses. He went to the bathroom for a while to wash the blood off him. We weren’t allowed to touch anything since his blood must’ve splattered there already. The shop was a complete mess, cups were knocked down on the floor, our till was filthy and splattered with his blood.

If I was stupid, I would’ve thought those jerks were artists. But Pauline was right about it from the beginning…

Those guys are jerks.

Anyway… I have to fill up a police report and send it back to work tomorrow. I feel sorry for the new girl at work though… it was her first day and she had to witness that. haha XD

Anywho… I’m trying to refrain from thinking something really violent so I’m off to play Grand Theft Auto with our new Nintendo Wii!

I hate Mondays. I especially hate it when my cool 25 year old foods teacher goes, “Happy Monday, everyone!”

No really? What’s so happy about Mondays eh? Back to school–I have to meet the same faces, and what’s worse? I’m a pro procrastinator! I don’t do homework man… that’s not for me… not for me.

This Monday wasn’t as normal as before… I talked to my friend Brittany who I thought was ignoring me–she said that she wasn’t ignoring me–that she was really sick during the weekend.

I asked her why she texted Xeo pretending to be my bf. She said she didn’t. I know when Brittany lies or not… she wasn’t lying then.

But anyway… that was all over and done.

When we were on our way home, I saw Randy. Okay… so I used to work with this dude and practically everyone loves him–including me. He quit work two weeks ago. He was by the bus depot skate boarding and stuff. I haven’t talked to him for a long time and I missed him so much!

He wasn’t as thrilled to see me like I was. Okay… maybe because I wasn’t showing that I was thrilled, because this girl’s gotta keep cool. I ain’t admitting that I’m whipped yo! He just said why he quit then went on skate boarding. A few seconds later, he came up to me asking for a smoke. Well… I have nothing to offer him, even that.

It’s not that I’m in love with this dude. I like him a lot as a friend! (pssshh…)

Maybe because I’ve been so emotionally attached to him during the past months that we’ve worked together–that it makes me miss him so much. He’s definitely a player, I tell you. His ex-girlfriend is also a good friend of mine. Guess what her name is? Mandy! LOL

Aren’t they so cute together? Randy and Mandy. Months ago, they both had problems in their relationship that led them to breaking up. Before that happened, Randy would always come to me asking for advice. He wants to break up with her but doesn’t want to hurt her, y’digg?

I was surprised because he’s never shown this much affection on any girl other than Mandy–and to break up with her? Man…

I didn’t help at all in this one, I didn’t want to be in the middle of their problem. I’ve tried giving advice to friends about relationships in the past before…and no one ever freakin listened when they asked me for help! The hell? I’m not doing it again when they won’t even listen to my advice… puhleeze… don’t ask me anymore haha! I’m not a love doctor or anything, I can’t even handle my own relationships.

And man… don’t you hate it when your friends have relationships that are always…blah!!?!? It doesn’t seem like they’re a couple to me eh!

But anyway… I’m done doing my rant for today, I’ll be gone and study for my Bio exam tomorrow.