Smile, Bitch. Stand Up and Smile.
Chapter no.6
Frank’s POV
Dark. Too Dark. Where am I? What’s happening? I can’t see a piece of shit from here. Oh. Wait, Frank. Your eyes are closed. But you can’t open them. Fuck, fuck, fuck! What’s going on? I can’t open my eyes, and everything is so dark, as if I didn’t even close them.
“Hello?” I shouted, as if someone will hear me and open my un-rested eyes. I couldn’t continue, because my voice started to fade and I couldn’t speak anymore.
“Good Morning, class. Good Morning, America.” I heard a really familiar voice say. It was a teacher. Definitely a teacher. It was Mrs. Morgan.
But, wait a bit. What am I doing at school? I’m 28, for God. Hello, someone wake me up from this horrible dream, please? Pretty please? I tried to open my eyes again. Succeed, baby, succeed! I looked around, as if I lost something, and then I saw her.
“Today, a new student will enchant our class.” Mrs. Morgan added, staring blankly at me.
I pulled out a face which said ‘What-Have-I-Done?’, because I was truly confused about what was happening in there. But then it hit me. The ‘Hello’ thingy maybe made her angry. Oh my God! I made her angry. Just wait for detention as in old days, Frank. Just wait.
“Her name is Sheila Wilts and she comes from London.” The teacher continued giving information about her, but all I did was look.
She was so beautiful; I couldn’t stick my eyes out of her. And seeing as she was my new desk-mate (because Morgan said so – it isn’t my fault!) I just giggled like stupid. I want her so bad, and she will totally like me – I’m sure. I mean, who wouldn’t like me? Wouldn’t you like me for Christmas?
‘Hey, Franks.
Lil’ Sheila here. What do you think about me? Want to meet?
Xoxo
Shay’
Look who’s got lucky! I told you she likes me, I told you she likes me. But this dream is getting ridiculous and I just don’t think I’ll wake up any soon…
Dark. Too Dark. Where am I? What’s happening? I can’t see a piece of shit from here. Oh. Wait, Frank. Your eyes are closed. But you can’t open them. Fuck, fuck, fuck! What’s going on? I can’t open my eyes, and everything is so dark, as if I didn’t even close them.
“Hello?” I shouted, as if someone will hear me and open my un-rested eyes. I couldn’t continue, because my voice started to fade and I couldn’t speak anymore.
“Good Morning, class. Good Morning, America.” I heard a really familiar voice say. It was a teacher. Definitely a teacher. It was Mrs. Morgan.
But, wait a bit. What am I doing at school? I’m 28, for God. Hello, someone wake me up from this horrible dream, please? Pretty please? I tried to open my eyes again. Succeed, baby, succeed! I looked around, as if I lost something, and then I saw her.
“Today, a new student will enchant our class.” Mrs. Morgan added, staring blankly at me.
I pulled out a face which said ‘What-Have-I-Done?’, because I was truly confused about what was happening in there. But then it hit me. The ‘Hello’ thingy maybe made her angry. Oh my God! I made her angry. Just wait for detention as in old days, Frank. Just wait.
“Her name is Sheila Wilts and she comes from London.” The teacher continued giving information about her, but all I did was look.
She was so beautiful; I couldn’t stick my eyes out of her. And seeing as she was my new desk-mate (because Morgan said so – it isn’t my fault!) I just giggled like stupid. I want her so bad, and she will totally like me – I’m sure. I mean, who wouldn’t like me? Wouldn’t you like me for Christmas?
‘Hey, Franks.
Lil’ Sheila here. What do you think about me? Want to meet?
Xoxo
Shay’
Look who’s got lucky! I told you she likes me, I told you she likes me. But this dream is getting ridiculous and I just don’t think I’ll wake up any soon…