Famous Last Words - Leanne Yerdon (reading comprehension books .txt) 📗

beside my big brother. It was like I was in his protective bubble and I knew better to not step out of it. We walked across the sidewalk and up to the glass doors. He opened the door and I lifted my head slightly. My ex best friends to the left side and my friends to the right and then Zack and his friends in the way front. I looked to see the people he called friends glaring at me. People I never talked to hated me and I still couldn’t hate them. It took to much of my energy to hate them.

“Bitch..” I heard from the right. I looked back down. Bryce smirked.

“Whore.” He said turned to that side and looking my use to be best friend right in the face. She glared at him. I said nothing and kept my head tilted to the side, biting my lip nervously.

“Fuck you Bryce.” She said angrily. I sighed. Wrong thing to say. I said in my head. Macy was my best friend. She knew things about me and I knew a lot about her too but she uses most of the things I told her against me. But I still loved her with everything I had. She changed a lot in the past month. Everything I knew about her and her emotions I questioned. The girl I knew and loved was somewheres but not here. I sighed as Bryce chuckled.

“No I’m good I like being STD free.” He said and grinned at her. Macy laughed.

“Oh so aids doesn’t run in your family? I just thought it did since Casey has it.” She said. I sighed. Wrong again Macey. Everything she said I just shrugged off. Which I was capable of doing but Bryce not so much.

“One she doesn’t have aids. Two stop being so jealous. Three talk to my sister or talk about her and I will have someone give you aids.” He said. I was stunned at his words. It sounded like he was saying she was beautiful thats how nice and easy the words rolled off his tongue. I groaned.

“Bryce leave her alone. She’s mad at me and your not having someone hurt her got it? Lets just go.” I said. He rolled his eyes.

“Why are you so nice to them?” He spat at me as we walked down the hallway to his friends. I shrugged.

“I still see the Macy I knew. And she has enough going on she doesn’t need me or my brother up her ass.” I said. He rolled his eyes.

“One of these days being nice is going to bite you right in the ass.” I sighed. I know.. I thought and followed behind him. I then spotted someone. A smile rose across my lips. His dark red hair still the same color as it was when we were kids. I smiled at the ivy green eyes and wide playful smile that still was there. He was still slim and slightly muscular and the freckles on his face just as many as there were as before. He then spotted me. His smile widened.

“Well look who it is Murman Murry.” I rolled my eyes at the pet name Bryce had for the guy. Poor dude he will never live off holding his breath under water for a minuet. He chuckled.

“And look who it is bright eyed Casey.” Mason said. I couldn’t help the heat that came up to my cheeks. He walked up to me and hugged me tight to his chest. I smiled. First guy that wasn’t scared to actually hug me in public. I thought to myself as I hugged him back. He let me go and then hugged Bryce. I turned to see if Zach was here. He was in the front with his friends laughing and smiling with them. I smiled lightly. As long as he’s happy. I thought and then the bell rang.
Never Give In

"The damage, inflicted,The pain and lust they leave behind.Never give in,Never back down,
Never give in!We're soldiers, in season,We can bring change before we die.The tails of the beatings,To feel what lies beneath our eyes.Never give in,Never back down,Never give in,Never back down,When your life feels lost,(FIGHT AGAINST ALL ODDS!)Never give in,(NEVER BACK DOWN!)."

Never Give In-Black Veil Brides....

Chpt. 2


I walked into my third period class. I held my bag to my side and walked over to my desk. The girls in front light whispers became silent as I walked past them. I sighed uneasily and slid into my seat. My friends sitting in there asigned seats as well in the far front. I was all alone. Which wasn’t entirely bad...I guess. Having the girls that hate you the most sitting on each side wasn’t exactly comforting. I pulled my laptop out seeing the substitute in the back. Whenever our spanish teacher was out we had work online. Residing between new vocabulary and or writing a paragraph about it. Which meant for me, music time. I pulled my headphones out of my bag and plugged them into my laptop. The teacher walking up to the front of the room writing what I guessed was her name in cursive on the white board in front.

“She deserves better...” I heard briefly from the front. I chuckled. When you know nothing about me there shouldn’t be anything coming out of your mouth including me. I cracked my neck and then laid my fingers on the keyboard. The portly woman pacing back and fourth as she read the directions on the white paper. I smirked. All of our teachers directions were in crappy english. He always expected us to know what he meant by now and explain it to the sub. But all of us hoping the sub would give up and let us do whatever we wanted was one of the big goals in our second period. I listened to the music flooding out of the speakers of my headphones.

“I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone. Honey if you stay I’ll be forgiving nothing you can say can stop me from going home...” I mumbled under my breath as Famous Last words came through the speakers by My Chemical Romance. In 2006 Gerard Way predicted my life and the music I would need. Everyday I thank him. Maybe a tad obsessive but the man made music that explained my life in atleast 3 to 4 minuets. I sighed and read over the directions of the email in my inbox about doing the vocabulary and how Mr.Martinez had the flu and was sick. I rolled my eyes. I can just do that at home. I thought and started blasting my music. Everyone turned to me and glared. I rolled my eyes.

“I am so sorry for you hearing my music.” I said with the light sarcasm masking my voice. They scoffed.

“Your crappy and pointless music.” I heard from a brunnette in front. I chuckled like most pop music can save lives? The only one that really means anything other then getting laid and using drugs are songs by Demi Lovato and well she has an excuse for her genre. I glared at the brunnette.

“Sure you think that.” I said, she turned and glared. I chuckled and smiled wide at her. Fight.Argue with me. I have anger to get out might as well be here.

“Are you kidding me? Your music is all screaming and or has drums that are hitting so hard that you can’t hear the lyrics. As if they matter. I laughed.

“Is it bad that they actually have meaning? Does being laid and smoking pot actually mean something? Well I guess thats to be suspected from a girl of your...stature.” I said a smirk rising over my lips. The girl scoffed.

“Are you kidding me? Coming from you a girl that prolly slits her wrists thats a compliment.” She spat. I chuckled and moved my bracelates for her to see my wrists. No sign of a cut or anything on them. I walked up to her and laid them on her desk.

“You wanna check ‘em? Think before you speak bitch.” I mumbled. I heard an ahem from a corner of the room. I turned to the sub and smiled uneasily and then turned back for my seat. I sighed lightly as sat back in my seat. I looked down to see a white and blue lined piece of paper. I unfolded it slowly and then imediately knew who it was. I looked up at Mallory in the front of the room, who had been staring at me with a wide smirk on her face. I read over the note that was decorated with smiley faces on each side of it.

Dear Casey,

Are you okay?


-Malls

I chuckled and crumpled up the paper and put it in my bag and continued listening to my music. Ofcourse Im not okay, but i’m not stupid enough to tell her whats in my head. But she knew all to well what I was going through. Mallory was really the friend that you fight with but knows everything about you and is always right when you have to make a decision. I loved her to death. I sighed and waited a little as I saw the bell was going to ring in 2 or more minuets. I closed my laptop and put it in my bag, along with my head phones. Zipping it tight. I looked up to see the sub standing over my desk. She glared down at me. When if I was standing she would be a head atleast shorter. Her dark green eyes looked as if she was ready to kill me. I tilted my head.

“Yes miss...Shidowks?” I asked glancing quickly at the board to catch her name. She scoffed, laying her hands on my desk.

“ It’s Shidowski.” She spat. I bit my lip nervously and looked up at her.

“I’m sorry for misreading what you wrote but is there a problem?” I asked as polite as I could as I saw the disgust on her face as I began to speak. I wasn’t being rude. I was being polite what was her deal?

“Why are you packed up? There is atleast 4 more minuets.” She said. I nodded.

“Yes but I’m done and actually 2 now since we’ve been talking. It’s fine that I am packed up okay? I’m not trying to be rude but it’s true.” I stood up and walked towards the door. The whispers starting up behind me. Mallory and Ally ran to my side as I laid my hand on the door and leaned on my hip as I looked up at the clock.

“When did you turn into such a bad ass?” Mallory asked. I shook my head,biting my