-Megan's POV-
So I ran away.
I was scared.
What an idiot move.
Ugh I hate myself.
Why did I do it?
To heck if I know.
I think I was scared.
Scared of commitment maybe.
Whatever it was I was having a panic attack over.
I don't know why.
Help me I have issues.
I ran away as fast as I could and went into the first place I could find to hide.
A room cleaner closet. great.
I sat on a metal bucket of something-or-what-not and weeped right there.
I had nothing else to do by this point. I had the opportunity of my life and blew it. Just like I mess up everything else in life. I'm suck a fail. These thoughts just make me cry more, until memories I suppressed came back up giving me more reasons to
Cry.
Who know how long I was in that closet crying out my souls until I was able to control my tears a little and calm down enough to blow my nose.
I didn't bother to dry up my tears, it wasn't worth it.
Please save my stupid self.
I probably looked absolutely horrible right now I hope no one finds me.
I don't want to be found, but I sort of do in a way.
I wish someone could explain my confused feelings, or at least straighten them out.
I sat there doing nothing, lost in thought.
I heard the door handle turn and before with could do anything, it opened up.
-authors note_
I may write two chapters this weekend because I leave on a mini vacation Tuesday and the next two weekends are basically the most important of the year for me
Today is PI day!!!!! (3-14-15)
*pi party*
I'm hungry for pie now
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Watch out for 9:26 today because at that moment it will be: 3-14-15 9:26
Or the first 8 digits of pi
Happy PI day!!!
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Surprise Meeting -A James Phelps Fanfiction
FanfictionMegan goes to a meet and greet to see James Phelps and with tons of other fans there, she will never have a chance to truly and personally meet her celebrity crush or at least she thought so.
