Runnig in the Dark

Runnig in the Dark

A Story by Our Stories Lengthen Like Shadows
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After a tragic accident, bad break, and ruined friendship. La' Nia Janes must learn to cope with being blind and in doing so she falls in love with a artist/collegestudent/musician named Conner Hayez

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i find myself losing my train of thought and ever so often in returns but never as clear as it once was. Everyday is a constant struggle to remember who i was before everything when dark.It happened like it was another day but in the end it wasn't. That morning I stopped at the local gas station for my white chocolate, vanilla bean mocha max. I dreaded going to school that day and everything was already on the rocks anyway. Me and my best friend since birth Malinda had a fight and hadn't talked in a week. But kn know that I think about it the whole thing was so stupid. To be honest could you  except anything less form teenage girls anyway. When I got to  school I knew the first thing I had to  do was talk to  Malinda. Because I rather die that lose 18 years of friendship over some silly fight. When I pulled up in the  parking lot I texted Malinda and told her we had to  talk . I asked her to  mean me out front when she got . She text back instantly and said  "okay". Waiting for her to  get her was a pain in the a*s and it seemed to forever to get here she knew how impatient I got. Finally when she showed up all my anxiety went away. Getting into her car I handed her a soy milk, caramel macchiato her favorite. She took a sip and sighed like she all as did when something warmed her heart. After that there was silence. So I deiced to  the first to  speak.


"So.....how are?" I said.


"Fine, sorry we haven't talked in a while."


"Yeah, it cool I know how busy you are."


And I did Malinda was ranked number 3 in our class . That means she will have to  write, edited, revise and give a speech at graduation.  On top of that she's  probable has some new secret boyfriend she been shacking up  with and don't want me to  know about it but I total now because she changed her hair color again it's red witch is a really good color on her, it bring out her amber eyes. I think Malinda is one of the prettiest girl in school she could dye her hair any color and it would totally work for her. Sometimes I wish I was more modelish looking like Malinda everything about scream put me on a runway and everything about If I were to  count form 1 to 10 I wouldn't  even make it on the scale. One this gut asked me out just t o get Malinda's number KI never told her cause I didn't want her to  feel but ever since then I just feel lesser than her. Now I just excepted the fact that I  will always be average and she with always  be drop dead gorgeous.

 

'Look I am sorry about the fight we had It was completely stupid."


"Your right It was stupid and I 'am sorry to hugs."

 

"Hugs"


We sat there  with our arms around each other for a while and  as I breathed her in I made a promise to myself nothing would ever come between us again. get out of the car I got a beep form Josh that  said hurry up , I've stand out here forever. Josh was waiting for me by the school doors.


" Hey" I said going in for a kiss. He missed my lips and kissed my cheek.


''Hey my mom make you lunch" he hand did my a pink lunch box with multiple colored zig zags on.

 

"Thanks"


Josh and I have been dating for almost 2 years and I never been happier. We started dating at the beginning of our junior year.

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Added on December 9, 2014
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Our Stories Lengthen Like Shadows
Our Stories Lengthen Like Shadows

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I am very emotional & writing is very close to my heart. I am 17 years old and everything about me is crazy, annoying, and all over the place. So I thought if I wrote it all down I would be able to .. more..

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