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allstariggy · 05:37 PM

I'm working on a "story", which I want to be turned into a book, someday of course. So, far this is what I have. Tell me what you think...

I know I have problems with tenses...present, past, future. I'm working on it after I read over the finished product.

Otherwise, just tell me about the idea.

Note: This is quite based off of real events in my life.

World of Reverie

We’re cuddling on the couch, watching the rain outside come down in big drops. I love the rain, and so does he. This is what I have always wanted. Me cuddled in his arms, keeping me warm, and safe. I‘m smiling like an idiot, happy to have him with me. After years of knowing each other we were together at last. He suddenly starts humming in my ear. I just close my eyes, and smile. Turning my head to face him, re-opening my eyes, I stared at those, greenish, brown eyes. They remind me of grass in the summer time. A little dry, but still beautiful. He smiles right back at me, and gives me a kiss on the forehead, and continues to hum.
“Tama!”
I am safe, and warm. There is no way any one could ruin this for me. He is all that I need. My comforter.
“TAMA!! GET UP!”
I’m wrong; my mother can ruin this for me.
“mmmghmm.” I’m trying to get him back in my head, but it didn’t work. Damn my mother, and damn school.
“Get up, we’re going to be late, and I won’t deal with letting you stay home just because you’re tired.” This happened every morning. I try to fight; I win, but not this time.
Sighing I sit up in my bed. My bed, that consisted of billions of pillows, and a mattress on my floor. I reaching over, I switch off my radio, which was playing random weird noises. Crawling to my sister’s futon, using it to help me get on my two feet, I walk out the door into the hall. I stand there, for what seemed to be five minutes; it was only a few seconds, and walk into our bathroom to do my “business.” Damn, I was tired. I wish I had a half hour to sleep, and to be with him some more.

The one thing in my entire life that I like the least is high school. Ever since 8th grade, and ever since I got fed up with my past friends’ bullshit. They make my high school years suck. I know, everyone goes through this kind of stuff, but I won’t ever move on. I can’t trust people any more. Even if I do make different friends, I always end up ****ing it up anyhow. I’m just being myself, and things just... Doesn’t ever go right. It’s like I’m not good enough for any of them. In the end, I end up by myself, once again.