Break

Heya guys!
I have been so quiet when it comes to blogging, I know.  I don't have a willpower (I think it's the most accurate word for it XD) to write blog.
I think I'm depressed a little. On the April 16 is my last day of school. I will never see my class (& at the moment it brings tears to my eyes - I'm such a cry baby XDD) like that again and it so sad. It's depressing to think that I can't sit next to TT everyday. Listen to what she did on the weekend or hang out with MAÜ & LO in front of the Estonian class or even go to buy a salad with Marks. Awful! Everyone says: "Yesss, only 8 days to go to school!". I'm rather "NOOOOOO!?!" Yeah, it needs some time to get used to.

And I'm sleepless again. And trying to be a diligent student for the last few days. For example, I read 124 pages of required literature XDD Crazy! I'm usually rather slow reader because I don't want to miss anything XDD And I speaking of books, I have started another story of mine XD. Yuki had a brilliant idea. I should one day connect all of my ideas and just make one full story but I couldn't add my latest creation because it is suppose to be a fanfiction or something similar. I won't fall into detail but I will copy a little of my work & if anyone is interested, I will add new parts constantly but here is the beginning.

I’m in the zone.

I feel free.

Nothing can stop me.

I’m invincible.

„Jazlyn,“ a scrachy woman’s voice called out and I was back on Earth. Not that there was something wrong with it but...I love to dance.

„Can you come here for a moment?“ the same person asked. I sauntered tiredly towards her. That scrachy voice belonged to a woman who owned the studio I danced in, Betty.

„What’s up?“ I asked, silently panting.

„I think you should go home, girl. It’s getting pretty late and I bet that you still haven’t done your homework.“ Well, I actually cut classes just to be here. School just wasn’t my thing at all.

I sometimes hated how well Betty knew me. „Didn’t attend your last classes, did you now?“

„It was history. The most boring class ever. All we do just talk about some dead men who were dying to control everything around them. Simply pointless. If they would talk about, I don’t know, Don Campell or Sam Solomon, then I would even take notes.“

Betty just laughed. „But if you keep cutting classes, you’ll get detention or even expelled. So, come on. I need to lock up.“

Reluctantly, I gathered up my things and walked towards home. „Konbanwa, miss Jazlyn-chan.“ There is only one person who calls me that. A Japanese-American guy who lately discovered his roots , so he practiced his „mother“ tounge as much as he could. „Kyle, what are you doing here?“

„Didn’t we talk about this? Call me Kazuki-san.“

„Or maybe Kylee?“ He hated that name. Kyle always said that it was too girly for him.

„I think I prefer Kyle.“

„Thought so,“ I said smugly, „but what are you doing here?“

„Oh, just driving home from the groceries.“

„So late,“ I asked, fishing for my phone.

„My mom is having birthday party and somehow I’m stuck with babysitting.“

„I see.“

„Wanna ride home?“  And without hearing my answer, he pushed the passanger door open.

When I finally reached home, I found a „lovely“ surprise. „Get a room,“ I said to my brother Jay, who was making out with some red head on the stairs.

The girl turned peet red. „Oh, don’t mind her. She is just jelous that she doesn’t have someone to make out with,“ my snarky brother smirked.

„Yeah, I’m so sad that I don’t have someone to swap saliva with. Tear,“ I said, motioning a pretendable tear.

„Jay, I think I should go,“ the girl said and kind of ran off. There was something suspicious about her.

Konbanwa is suppose to be "Good evening!" in Japanese. And...yeah, I decided to be a tease and only copied a little. At the moment I have it on 5 pages ^.^

Anyways, wish me luck on my mock exam in Math which happens to be tomorrow and I think I will make a comprehensive post when the school ends. Until then....

XOXO Natsumiiiii ^^

PS.   Random! XD