Post by Andie Brevlyn Scott on Jan 25, 2009 20:35:06 GMT -5
MAYBE IF MY HEART STOPS BEATING
IT WON'T HURT THIS MUCH
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Andie walked slower then she normally would. The day was nice, with clouds overtaking the sky. She felt like maybe it was going to rain but she did not think that in the end it would. She liked it how it was. She had to dress a little more on the warm side, but she was not cold at all. She was very content with the way she felt right now. She had been in the hospital the last couple of days, quite the way to spend the weekend in her opinion. She was good with sarcasm, it was one of her many wonderful features. Her doctors told her that she needed to take it easy for a while and not stress herself out to much. That was hard considering that she had a major test coming up. All she could seem to do was stress over it. Having a plan and a dream was hard when your heart was constantly getting in the way. Her parents told her that she should drop out and give herself a breather, only because they felt that she was wasting away what she had left of her life, studying. It was all that she knew how to do, and it was all that she wanted to do. She did not have many friends, even though she had been here for many years, and had never had even someone come close to being her boyfriend, though she thought it would be nice to have them both.
Andie had a friend when she first started here but they dropped out and went back home to New York. This was her home now and she felt that if she dropped out, she would have no where to go. She would just be lost and on the search of what she already has here. She may not live to see another day, but at least school kept her busy and kept her from thinking about the fact that she was going to die. It was a sad thing to think about really. She had so much going for her and she was going to be graduating at the end of the year. She wanted to be able to move on to bigger tings and hopefully get an internship at national geographic magazine. That had been her dream since she was a littel kid and she would give just about anything to have her dreams come true. She felt that she had deserved at least that much, after all she had gone through during her life. Maybe she was shooting for way to much, but she was not ready to give up when she had made it this far. She just had to make it through this school year and she was good to go. That is if she could survive that long.
Andie spotted a bench off to her left and thought that she would sit down for a minute. She pulled her bag off of her shoulder and set it down beside her. She then reached in to pull out a book she had been reading. It was called The Voice on the Radio by Caroline B Cooney. Andie had been reading her face on the milk carton books this month. She had a thing for series books, and this one was proving to not be so bad. There were some major flaws to it that were hard for her to keep up with but she liked the story overall. She didn’t tend to read a story for how well it was written but for the story itself. She could handle things not working her way, because she had an imagination and she was not against using it. Her imagination was what made the books good to begin with. This book needed the help of her imagination, or it would probably have lost her a long time ago. Jumping back and forth between to many people in such a short period of time. It was sometimes to much for her, which is why it was taking her so long to read it. She was not going to give up though, she was the type of person who always started what they finished.
