Drabble 2

“Grief, a type of sadness that most often occurs when you have lost someone you love, is a sneaky thing, because it can disappear for a long time, and then pop back up when you least expect it.”
- Lemony Snicket

Note: I saw the quote on Tumblr one day and just got inspired to write this. It is really short but hope you like it.
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She had thought she was over it by then, after a long summer vacation in Hawaii where she could clear her mind she thought she was truly over everything that happened last year.
So when she entered the hallway of school she didn’t expect the the sudden pang of sadness she felt when she saw him with her, the other girl.
She didn’t expect the anger she felt when she saw the other girl cuddle up close to him, or when she kissed him before running off to her class.
She didn’t expect the tears when he saw her and blatantly ignored her.
She thought she was over it, she really did.

Drabble 1

Note: I wrote this a long time ago actually, I was just reading through my docs and found this, I thought it was actually sort of good, so I wanted to share it. So I changed my old blog to this blog to do so, I figure I will write other pointless stories like this that I might want to share, so here you go.

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People say we control our own fate, but I’m sure I don’t control mine. If I did would I be sitting here right now, waiting for the principle to call me in? I don’t think so. What did I do? I have no idea. I sit there quietly, thinking of the worst case scenarios when she walks in. She walks up to the desk and asks the Secretary something I cannot hear, she looks annoyed with the answer. She turns around with an exasperated sigh and sits down next to me. I watch as she digs through her purse and pulls out some lip gloss and puts it on, why she cares about looking good right now, I have no idea. She turns her head slightly and looks shocked as she realises I was here. I quickly look away, hoping she did not notice me watching her.
“Dana?” She asks, like she doesn’t know who I am.
“Yeah?” I ask.
“Oh, I’m just shocked to see you here. You’re such a good person, what could you do that could get you in the principle office?”
I laugh, because she looks genuinely shocked, “I don’t know.”
“Oh. Well. Same here.” She said, tossing her blond hair over her shoulder.
I remember when she told me she hated people doing that, as if it made them look better. I look down at my hands, hoping she wouldn’t talk to me again.