"Yeah, dispite me looking a little gothic I do like pink." She plugged it in and went to drying it. "Geez, girl your hair is like two feet past your shoulders." She sighed and put the comb on the sink. "Okay, kid that took forever." I looked in the mirror. My hair hair fell straight down my back. It was beautiful. I haven't felt this pretty in a very long time. I don't know why she is doing this, but I will be forever be greatful. I gave her a hug before I ran back upstairs. Outside it finally quit snowing. It's a sign that I should do this. Something shiny caught my eye on the bed. There was the coin that the physical therapist gave me. There was a note from him. It said that I should be keeping this with me and practicing everyday. It also said 'P.s. I put it on a chain so you won't loose it again'. I never really noticed how pretty it was. The golden coin was decorated with designs, and was threw the golden chain. I smiled and put the necklace on. I walked to the window. It was pitch black outside. Maria pointed to the door. I grabbed my journal and pen, and ran up the stairs.
I paused at the door, trying to catch me breathe. I pushed open the door, but there was nothing. Just the snow covering the rooftop. I can't believe that he's not here. I wanted to just scream. I did, but it was in my head. If I were to scream they would catch me up here. I kicked the snow around, and sat down. The one small light that was placed by the door was dim. I flung the book open and began to write.
Dear Malcolm,
Your probably the most annoying and mean person in the world. I was trying to be nice to you and you treat me like crap. I thnaked you for healing me but ever since then you have treated me like crap. I'm not asking to be treated like a queen I just want some basic manners...
The snow beside me crunched. I looked over and Malcolm was there. I put the pen in the journal. "What do you want?" He sounded out of breathe, but I didn't care. It made me mad that he used that tone. I tore the letter out of my journal, and slammed it as hard as I could against his chest. I walked to the edge of the building and laid down. I looked up at the sky and watched the stars."You shouldn't lay in the snow when your sick." Malcolm appeared inbetween the stars and me. "I don't care." I rolled over so I wouldn't have to face him. "And you talk about my manners?" I flung myself in a sitting postion. He grabbed my arm and helped me up.
"I tried to be nice in the beginning." I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my hand and held it there.
I paused at the door, trying to catch me breathe. I pushed open the door, but there was nothing. Just the snow covering the rooftop. I can't believe that he's not here. I wanted to just scream. I did, but it was in my head. If I were to scream they would catch me up here. I kicked the snow around, and sat down. The one small light that was placed by the door was dim. I flung the book open and began to write.
Dear Malcolm,
Your probably the most annoying and mean person in the world. I was trying to be nice to you and you treat me like crap. I thnaked you for healing me but ever since then you have treated me like crap. I'm not asking to be treated like a queen I just want some basic manners...
The snow beside me crunched. I looked over and Malcolm was there. I put the pen in the journal. "What do you want?" He sounded out of breathe, but I didn't care. It made me mad that he used that tone. I tore the letter out of my journal, and slammed it as hard as I could against his chest. I walked to the edge of the building and laid down. I looked up at the sky and watched the stars."You shouldn't lay in the snow when your sick." Malcolm appeared inbetween the stars and me. "I don't care." I rolled over so I wouldn't have to face him. "And you talk about my manners?" I flung myself in a sitting postion. He grabbed my arm and helped me up.
"I tried to be nice in the beginning." I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my hand and held it there.
