Night 54: F31-F40 Hallway
For the love of -
Bella couldn't help but feel slightly worried and annoyed when she exited hers and Claire's room (of course, after gathering her things, she gave Claire a wave and went on her not so merry way.) her thoughts locked onto whatever the hell "Project 2911" was. Whenever something started with project she knew good things were not ever meant to follow. After all, that was what she learned fro high school; whenever the teacher would mention a project, instantly everyone would moan. Therefore, forever more, projects and trouble would be forever synonymous in her head.
Why am I even thinking about this? Bella thought to herself as she clicked on her flashlight and heading down the hallway, chewing on the inside of her cheek. Seriously. What is wrong with me today?
She knew what was wrong. "Whenever I get nervous I talk a lot," she had said once, and now that she had no one to talk to but herself, she was keeping all of the words inside her head.
"Why am I nervous?" she said aloud this time, shaking her head and trying her hardest to gain back that confidence she was feeling before, no matter how slight it was. "Everything is going to be fine. A-ok. Picture perfect awesome."
She knew if she stopped thinking that, however, that the confidence would slowly slip away, and that was the absolute last thing she wanted.
(to hurr.)
Bella couldn't help but feel slightly worried and annoyed when she exited hers and Claire's room (of course, after gathering her things, she gave Claire a wave and went on her not so merry way.) her thoughts locked onto whatever the hell "Project 2911" was. Whenever something started with project she knew good things were not ever meant to follow. After all, that was what she learned fro high school; whenever the teacher would mention a project, instantly everyone would moan. Therefore, forever more, projects and trouble would be forever synonymous in her head.
Why am I even thinking about this? Bella thought to herself as she clicked on her flashlight and heading down the hallway, chewing on the inside of her cheek. Seriously. What is wrong with me today?
She knew what was wrong. "Whenever I get nervous I talk a lot," she had said once, and now that she had no one to talk to but herself, she was keeping all of the words inside her head.
"Why am I nervous?" she said aloud this time, shaking her head and trying her hardest to gain back that confidence she was feeling before, no matter how slight it was. "Everything is going to be fine. A-ok. Picture perfect awesome."
She knew if she stopped thinking that, however, that the confidence would slowly slip away, and that was the absolute last thing she wanted.
(to hurr.)