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BOOKSIE DOESNT ALLOW ME TO POST CERTAIN THINGS. AND IT JUST LOOKED BAD WHEN I POSTED HERE.
here's a preview of it:
Josh Loretto would like to add you to his or her Messenger List as email@example.com
What do you want to do?
� Allow this person to add me and see when I am online
� And add this person to my Messenger List
o Do not allow this person to add me and see when I am online
For a few seconds, I thought of who this was, because I don't accept requests from random people. Not that I'm being overprotective of myself or being rude of thinking ew-he-is-a-stalker-get-out-of-my-messenger-list kind of thing, and clicked on the delete button right away. But these past few days I've had a lot of requests from the people whom I barely know their names or even know the person, and when I clicked on the accept button, that person IM-ed me by saying "Hi." and asking a little bit of my personality and such, but then out of the blue he or she started calling me all these names for no reason. Or was there?
Danielle, wake up... Danielle you bitch... I love you, Dannie... Leave me alone, Dannie... Danielle, don't go... Danielle, I'm sorry... Danielle... Danielle...
As soon as I had a vision of those words and that swirled in my head, my eyes flew open, and for a split second, I didn't realize that my body was flooded with sweats and that I could hear my breath as if I'd overworked. I look at the clock; it is still four o'clock in the morning.
"Must be another nightmare..." I gasped, and went back to sleep. I felt very calm and content for the first time apart from those previous months that I had a lot going on in life.
My alarm clock went on, "oh please, it's too early." I muttered, but obviously the clock isn't going to shut up. So, as I began to reach out for the off-button on the alarm clock, I accidentally pushed it away, and made quite a noise, which made me realize that I was almost late for school... School?