9.P.M FRIDAY NIGHT
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" I scram as I danced on the tavolo little a mad person. "GO CAMERON! GO GO GO!!!!" Monnique yelled cheering me on. "What the hell is going on?" Dianna asked. "CAMERON?" she wondered in shock. "What is she- I saw her hanging out with Jake a while ago." Craig said. "Where's Jake?" Dianna asked. "He's out at the store, went to but più drinks cause we were running out." Raquan said. "Do te see her up there? She rocking it!" Monnique says with a smile. "No, this isn't what I meant! Cameron doesn't drink." Dianna said. "C'mon, just a little alcohol, What's the worst that could happen?" Monnique asked. "She could get hurt. She could fall off that tavolo and get hurt. Get her down from there!" Dianna commands. Raquan and Craig did as she detto and got her off the table. "Cameron? Cameron? Are te okay?" Dianna asked with concern. "I am GREAT!" Cameron replied in a drunken manner. "Ok, no seriously? I'm fine." she detto in her normal voice."No you're not. You're drunk Cameron, te want me to take te home?" Dianna asked. "No, Dianna, I'm fine!" she detto in her noraml tone. "Okay! I bought the stuff and they're being brought in da the guys." Jake detto joining the group. "Hey Jake!" Dianna greets. " Hi!" Jake said. "Ok. Cameron te ready to party now?" Jake asks. "She's had enough partying... Could te take her up to the bulcony to get some air?" Dianna requests. "Why? What happened?" Jacob wanted to know. 'Nothing, she just needs air." Right Cameron?" Dianna asked. "Yeah. I need air." she detto as she held her fore head. "Ok." Jake said. "Well, let's go then." he detto leading her upsatirs to the bulcony like Dianna asked.
Cameron sighs as she leans over the bulcony rail. "Are te okay?" Jacob asked. "I'm fine." she replied. "You sure?" he asked concerned. "I have a headache." she tells him. "Oh, must be the loud music. C'mon, let's go lay te down okay?" he says. She stumbles as they walk back into the room. "Whoa!" he exclaims stopping her fall. "Ok. C'mon!" he detto carrying her inside. "Here we go." he says as he lays her on the bed. "Sleep tight." he says with a baciare on the forehead before leaving.
9.A.M SATURDAY MORNING (AT THE SALON)
I sighed with relief after hearing the story of what happend the precedente night. "That explains why I woke up in the letto today." I said. "Yeah, I guess." Dianna says. 'I was so proud of te last night Cameron!" Monnique says. "I'm never going to drink another drop of alcohol again." I detto making an outh.
2.P.M SATURDAY AFTERNOON
"I feel nautious." I said. "Are te okay?" Dianna asked. "I have to go to the bathroom." I detto as I ran into the restaurants' bathroom. "Are te okay?" Dianna asked me as I returned back to the table. "Yeah I'm fine." I replied. "You detto te felt nautios." Monnique said. "Did te puke?" she asked. "Yeah." I replied. "I think I over drank last night." I told them. "Oh, yeah!"Dianna says. "You wanna leave, maybe go back to work o te wanna finish lunch?" Dianna asks. "I Lost my appetite, let's go." I said.
6.P.M AT THEIR APPARTMENT
"I swear I've gone to the bathroom più than 50 times today." I commentato as I sat down on the couch. "Must be peeing out al the alcohol." Dianna commented. "Looks like we have voicemail." Dianna says as she activated the voicemail. Jacob voicemail: "Hey! Cameron. Sup? Listen we need to talk. Call me back." "Hm. I wonder what that could be about." I told myself. "Heh! Yeah..." Dianna says. "Is something wrong?" I asked. "No, No, just tired. I'm going to bed." Dianna said. "At 6pm?" I wondered. "It was a long day." Dianna says. "And a long night." she added. "You're telling me, I'm still experiencing the after effects." I said. 'Yeah, well, goodnight.'" she detto as she headed into her bedroom. "
6.A.M SUNDAY MORNING
I ran into the bathroom and puked into the toilet once again. "Still?" I detto with frustration. "What did I drink?" I wondered trying to remeber the eents of Last Friday night.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" I scram as I danced on the tavolo little a mad person. "GO CAMERON! GO GO GO!!!!" Monnique yelled cheering me on. "What the hell is going on?" Dianna asked. "CAMERON?" she wondered in shock. "What is she- I saw her hanging out with Jake a while ago." Craig said. "Where's Jake?" Dianna asked. "He's out at the store, went to but più drinks cause we were running out." Raquan said. "Do te see her up there? She rocking it!" Monnique says with a smile. "No, this isn't what I meant! Cameron doesn't drink." Dianna said. "C'mon, just a little alcohol, What's the worst that could happen?" Monnique asked. "She could get hurt. She could fall off that tavolo and get hurt. Get her down from there!" Dianna commands. Raquan and Craig did as she detto and got her off the table. "Cameron? Cameron? Are te okay?" Dianna asked with concern. "I am GREAT!" Cameron replied in a drunken manner. "Ok, no seriously? I'm fine." she detto in her normal voice."No you're not. You're drunk Cameron, te want me to take te home?" Dianna asked. "No, Dianna, I'm fine!" she detto in her noraml tone. "Okay! I bought the stuff and they're being brought in da the guys." Jake detto joining the group. "Hey Jake!" Dianna greets. " Hi!" Jake said. "Ok. Cameron te ready to party now?" Jake asks. "She's had enough partying... Could te take her up to the bulcony to get some air?" Dianna requests. "Why? What happened?" Jacob wanted to know. 'Nothing, she just needs air." Right Cameron?" Dianna asked. "Yeah. I need air." she detto as she held her fore head. "Ok." Jake said. "Well, let's go then." he detto leading her upsatirs to the bulcony like Dianna asked.
Cameron sighs as she leans over the bulcony rail. "Are te okay?" Jacob asked. "I'm fine." she replied. "You sure?" he asked concerned. "I have a headache." she tells him. "Oh, must be the loud music. C'mon, let's go lay te down okay?" he says. She stumbles as they walk back into the room. "Whoa!" he exclaims stopping her fall. "Ok. C'mon!" he detto carrying her inside. "Here we go." he says as he lays her on the bed. "Sleep tight." he says with a baciare on the forehead before leaving.
9.A.M SATURDAY MORNING (AT THE SALON)
I sighed with relief after hearing the story of what happend the precedente night. "That explains why I woke up in the letto today." I said. "Yeah, I guess." Dianna says. 'I was so proud of te last night Cameron!" Monnique says. "I'm never going to drink another drop of alcohol again." I detto making an outh.
2.P.M SATURDAY AFTERNOON
"I feel nautious." I said. "Are te okay?" Dianna asked. "I have to go to the bathroom." I detto as I ran into the restaurants' bathroom. "Are te okay?" Dianna asked me as I returned back to the table. "Yeah I'm fine." I replied. "You detto te felt nautios." Monnique said. "Did te puke?" she asked. "Yeah." I replied. "I think I over drank last night." I told them. "Oh, yeah!"Dianna says. "You wanna leave, maybe go back to work o te wanna finish lunch?" Dianna asks. "I Lost my appetite, let's go." I said.
6.P.M AT THEIR APPARTMENT
"I swear I've gone to the bathroom più than 50 times today." I commentato as I sat down on the couch. "Must be peeing out al the alcohol." Dianna commented. "Looks like we have voicemail." Dianna says as she activated the voicemail. Jacob voicemail: "Hey! Cameron. Sup? Listen we need to talk. Call me back." "Hm. I wonder what that could be about." I told myself. "Heh! Yeah..." Dianna says. "Is something wrong?" I asked. "No, No, just tired. I'm going to bed." Dianna said. "At 6pm?" I wondered. "It was a long day." Dianna says. "And a long night." she added. "You're telling me, I'm still experiencing the after effects." I said. 'Yeah, well, goodnight.'" she detto as she headed into her bedroom. "
6.A.M SUNDAY MORNING
I ran into the bathroom and puked into the toilet once again. "Still?" I detto with frustration. "What did I drink?" I wondered trying to remeber the eents of Last Friday night.
''well it dont seem like nothin'' flame detto '' well i like spyro but he already has a mate'' ''OMG shes lookin for a mate better play cool'' flame thought ''well im free'' ''but i got to know ya better b4 i look for a mate'' ''u went for spyro and u dont him yet ether'' true but hes so cute i cant resist'' well do ya wanna hang out'' okay'' lets go to the lake and fish'' ''sure'' at the lake spyro and cynder were already there fishin and ember saw them '' oh great spyro's with that nasty witch cynder again she's the evil one from the dark master wy wood he go out with her'' she thought ''lets go to this spot'' flame detto snapping ember out of her trance-like state ''comin'' then cynder detto ''woah spyro i caught i big one!'' ''good goin cynder'' ''thats good Cibo for us'' ''tehtehtehteh'' cynder giggled ''u a good fisher too'' ''lets go back to the gardians with the food'' ''okay'' cynder said.
Sometime in our life, everyone must face the fear of rejection and being alone in the big, messed upn world.
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fan of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. o ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fan of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. o ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
