I'm a pacifist. I don't encourage fighting. I'm more or less the peacemaker of a person.
But when a girl named Amber puts you in a choke hold against your door, that bloodthirsty side of you kind of kicks in.
Unless you're James Ignis.
"You like her don't you?" she threatened.
"Wha? Wha?" I managed. I couldn't breathe the way I wanted to.
"My friend, Kathy. You like her, don't you?"
"Can't...breathe..."
"Answer me!" she cried. She pushed on my windpipe harder.
"No! No I don't!" I said raspily. She released her choke hold, and I crumpled to the ground.
"You're lying."
"I think I would know." I said, still raspily. I took a deep breath.
"So why were you staring at her?" she threatened.
"Was she in the Magnet Program in high school and such?" I asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"'Cause she's attractive." I chuckled. Aw man, I'm so hilarious.
"Was that the lamest love joke I've ever heard?" she asked.
"If you think so." I answered.
"So, what's your answer?" she asked questioningly.
"Yes." I stated firmly.
"Are you serious?" she asked.
"Yes." I said again firmly.
"This can't be happening...are you sure?" she asked.
"Yes." I said once again firmly.
"You're playing with me, aren't you?" she asked.
"Maybe." I said.
"Alright, I'm gonna leave." she said. She couldn't handle it, it seemed.
"Fine by me." I said. She walked down the hall. And, until I knew she couldn't hear, I said one statement:
"I love you, reverse psychology." I said aloud. Then, I opened my turquoise accent six-colored door and closed it behind me. I sat on my bed and contemplated my life. But first, I thought it would be a more than perfect time for a bowl of (you guessed it) ramen.
"Pasta, water, getting hotter." I said to myself. People (and I mean teachers) have always said I had a way with words. Even if I was studying law, I found that I could easily just write for a living.
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I once again was contemplating my life as it was over a bowl of ramen.
Shrimp flavored this time.
My life was easily turning around. I felt pretty good about life right now.
Except for the part where I was held in a choke hold from a girl who is friends with the girl I like right outside of my dorm.
Other than that, my life was peachy.
I finished my ramen and started poking through my desk drawer. A couple of pencils, erasers, pens,rubber bands, paper clips, safety pins, and push pins. There was also some loose change. But in the back was a deck of cards. I grabbed them and looked at the bottom card. Ten of Diamonds. I took a card out of the stack (Six of Clubs) and placed it on top. I cut the deck randomly, not changing the initial order. Then I searched the deck for the Ten of Diamonds and cut the deck at thatpoint so the Ten of Diamonds was on top.
"How many weeks are in a year?" I asked myself. I dealt a pile of five cards and a pile of two cards. Fifty-two weeks in a year. I placed the two cards on top of the five cards and placed those on top of the deck.
"How many months in a year?" I asked myself. I dealt twelve cards in a pile and put those back on top of the deck.
"How many days in a week?" I asked myself. I dealt a pile of seven cards out into a pile and took them and placed them on top of the deck. Then, I flipped the top card over. Six of Clubs.
"I guess I still have the touch." I said to myself. I decided to call it a night. After taking a quick shower, I fell asleep after staring at my picture for another half an hour. And during that half hour, I was crying the whole time.
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Maybe It'll Never Happen
Teen FictionJames Ignis has the worst luck in the world. His parents died when he was only four years old and he's been living with his single aunt who has to take 3 jobs to maintain his exsistence. He has been depressed his whole life. He has barely, if any, f...