BANG! BANG!A shill cry; a scream.
It's funny, te never feel your death creeping closer. It's not like te feel the silent breaths of your death tip-toeing toward you. And if te did, like it would matter. Most people reach out to grab their world when they see it falling... then again, I'm not most people.
Hi, I'm Ever Flarez. I was- I mean, I am? - an average girl. The thing is, my life kinda clashed with the whole average thing.
Here I am. I'm not alive. But I am something. I'm ... well- dead, te could say. But the thing is I'm not gone, gone. It's like my life is gone- not me.
I know te what te think... I used to think it, too. te think: My last words would be...- Well, let me cut te off there. Last words don't exist most of the time.
No matter how much te plan to say them, when you're on the ground, bleeding, screaming, crying, fighting to stay alive I can almost promise te that your over-planned last words will be your last thought. I take that back, your last thought is probably something like holy shit,.
Last goodbyes are something people really over think too. Its not like te wake up the morning of your death thinking; Well since I'm gonna die today, better go tell mum how much I Amore her and that I won't be seeing her ever again.
No.
Its an average day. Besides the death part, of course. For me it was an average Monday. I never told my family and Friends I loved them. I spent time perfecting my make up instead of that. I wasn't aware that I was gonna die. And, coming from a dead chick, te won't be aware of it either.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! It's a Monday morning, a week into the new school year. The first thing out of my mouth is an annoyed, complaining grunt and the first thing I do is press the snooze button and cover my head with a pillow.
Funny, te don't realize how precious time is until te have none left.
Groan.
Wake up.
Out of bed.
Spend 45 minuti perfecting my look.
Grab a bite.
Bye mum.
Shorts too short?
Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Dad.
Shake a crying sibbling off leg.
To school.. bleh.
Slam door, and I'm out.
Well, there went most of my morning.
So yeah, off to school. te know. To get some homework I'll never turn in and flunk a quiz that will never really matter.
I hop in the car and turn the AC on high. I drop da Jocelynn's to offer her a ride.
Blah, Blah, Blah.
See, there's nothing different. Its all the same. Your last giorno is nothing special except the fact that its the giorno your life ends.
Jocelynn and I talk about the normal. College cuties, upcoming hot parties, annoying brothers, annoying sisters, trends, celebrities, music....
Its all the same.
Everything.
After all the gossip and useless chatting, I pulled into the school parking lot. It was overflowing, as always.
We were late, so we had to park in a lot across the strada, via and walk. That only make us later. And only to make matters worse, it was raining.
Drip, drop. Drip, drip, drop.
The rhythm was mocking. Drip, drop. Drip, drip, drop. You're, late. You're, so, late.
So much for perfecting my looks all morning. Thank te rain, for making my face even awfuller than it was before I put the makeup on. We trudged off to class in our smudged make up. Of course my locker was jammed.
After some nerdy 10th grader helps me out, I make my way to class. Mrs. Lawson asks why I'm late. I ask him why he's not. The class laughs. I wasn't trying to be funny.
See? Am I right? It's a boring, normal, day.
It's funny, te never feel your death creeping closer. It's not like te feel the silent breaths of your death tip-toeing toward you. And if te did, like it would matter. Most people reach out to grab their world when they see it falling... then again, I'm not most people.
Hi, I'm Ever Flarez. I was- I mean, I am? - an average girl. The thing is, my life kinda clashed with the whole average thing.
Here I am. I'm not alive. But I am something. I'm ... well- dead, te could say. But the thing is I'm not gone, gone. It's like my life is gone- not me.
I know te what te think... I used to think it, too. te think: My last words would be...- Well, let me cut te off there. Last words don't exist most of the time.
No matter how much te plan to say them, when you're on the ground, bleeding, screaming, crying, fighting to stay alive I can almost promise te that your over-planned last words will be your last thought. I take that back, your last thought is probably something like holy shit,.
Last goodbyes are something people really over think too. Its not like te wake up the morning of your death thinking; Well since I'm gonna die today, better go tell mum how much I Amore her and that I won't be seeing her ever again.
No.
Its an average day. Besides the death part, of course. For me it was an average Monday. I never told my family and Friends I loved them. I spent time perfecting my make up instead of that. I wasn't aware that I was gonna die. And, coming from a dead chick, te won't be aware of it either.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! It's a Monday morning, a week into the new school year. The first thing out of my mouth is an annoyed, complaining grunt and the first thing I do is press the snooze button and cover my head with a pillow.
Funny, te don't realize how precious time is until te have none left.
Groan.
Wake up.
Out of bed.
Spend 45 minuti perfecting my look.
Grab a bite.
Bye mum.
Shorts too short?
Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Dad.
Shake a crying sibbling off leg.
To school.. bleh.
Slam door, and I'm out.
Well, there went most of my morning.
So yeah, off to school. te know. To get some homework I'll never turn in and flunk a quiz that will never really matter.
I hop in the car and turn the AC on high. I drop da Jocelynn's to offer her a ride.
Blah, Blah, Blah.
See, there's nothing different. Its all the same. Your last giorno is nothing special except the fact that its the giorno your life ends.
Jocelynn and I talk about the normal. College cuties, upcoming hot parties, annoying brothers, annoying sisters, trends, celebrities, music....
Its all the same.
Everything.
After all the gossip and useless chatting, I pulled into the school parking lot. It was overflowing, as always.
We were late, so we had to park in a lot across the strada, via and walk. That only make us later. And only to make matters worse, it was raining.
Drip, drop. Drip, drip, drop.
The rhythm was mocking. Drip, drop. Drip, drip, drop. You're, late. You're, so, late.
So much for perfecting my looks all morning. Thank te rain, for making my face even awfuller than it was before I put the makeup on. We trudged off to class in our smudged make up. Of course my locker was jammed.
After some nerdy 10th grader helps me out, I make my way to class. Mrs. Lawson asks why I'm late. I ask him why he's not. The class laughs. I wasn't trying to be funny.
See? Am I right? It's a boring, normal, day.
I sat alone.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded da my thoughts, but no people. da my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat da me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded da my thoughts, but no people. da my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat da me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
