Stuff about me: My name is Racquet and I’m a seventeen year old girl who lives in Michigan (USA), I really have no fear of stalkers and I doubt anyone would go through so much trouble as to track me down.
Likes: I love hot chocolate and wearing sweatpants (comfort level). I also love the smell of freshly cut grass and sitting on my best friend’s roof and talking for hours (I love my best friend too, she’s practically my sister). I love baseball and football (but I’m not really that fast) and I like rap music and car body repair shops. I love romance and horror.
Dislikes: Halloween (I was practically accosted one year and I wasn’t even wearing overly revealing clothing). Turtles (one bit me as a kid) and peanuts (horribly allergic). I also hate people who bitch about things all the time. And driving ( maybe that's just because I haven't gotten my license yet..).
If I don’t call you
Its because I'm waiting for you to call me
When I walk away from you mad
Follow me
When I stare at your mouth
Kiss me
When I push you or hit you
Grab me and don’t let go
When I start cussing at you
Kiss me and tell me you love me
When I’m quiet
Ask me what’s wrong
When I ignore you
Give me your attention
When I pull away
Pull me back
When you see me at my worst
Tell me I'm beautiful
When you see me start crying
Hold me and tell me everything will be alright
When you see me walking
Sneak up and hug my waist from behind
When I'm scared
Protect me
When I lay my head on your shoulder
Tilt my head up and kiss me
When I grab at your hands
Hold mine and play with my fingers
When I tease you
Tease me back and make me laugh
When I don’t answer for a long time
reassure me that everything is okay
When I look at you with doubt
Back yourself up
When I say that I like you
I really do more than you could understand
When I bump into you
bump into me back and make me laugh
When I tell you a secret
keep it safe and untold
When I look at you in your eyes
Don’t look away until I do
When I miss you
I'm hurting inside
When you break my heart
the pain never really goes away
When I say its over
I still want you to be mine
When I repost this bulletin
I want you to read it
(Found on some random Profile, meaning I didn't write it)
STORIES
If I Go Crazy Will Still Call Me Superman?
Rated: T
The next five minutes after I blearily opened my eyes is fuzzy. One moment I was held against my will with the prospect of getting raped and the next moment I was on the ground, blood leaking from a long cut on my bare knee.
The man that had undressed me was lying spread eagle on the ground, his motionless frame bent crookedly and unnaturally next to me. The other two were nowhere to be seen.
I took this all in with unreasonable calmness and almost leapt straight out of my skin when a voice to my right asked me in a soft and gentle voice. “Honey are you alright?”
Killing Bees with Crack and Laughing Gas
Rated: T
"What's going on?" The despicable Mr. Walaboe was standing with his eyes bulging and a ruler clenched in his fist; I thought he looked like a retarded Bush Baby.
"Harold was just sitting there, when I suddenly decided to smear oatmeal on his desk and kick him in the shin," I prompted without regret. "Do you want me to go stand in a corner or something?"
Wordless he nodded, his face changing to this extremely attractive purple color, and I took my rightful place in the corner. Equitably mooning the classroom with my oatmeal stained butt --I bet they were all jealous.
Alright, that's it for now-- thank you to everyone that reviewed me! And sorry for not updating on time, I have a bit of a writer's block going on. But don't worry! I'll try to be back and working shortly!
Racquet
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