Dust Yourself Off And Try Again Novels & Stories

“What if you just apologize? Tell them you made a mistake and you are sorry. Say you will fix it and come back later.” “That is actually a good idea.” I pulled her into a hug. Those were the exact words I needed to hear. “Come on. Everyone is waiting. All you have to do is say sorry. No one will know the real reason.” We left the bathroom. I stood in front of the crowd. The noise was getting louder. Then I spoke. “Technology is complicated. It works in strange ways, like the human brain. My antivirus software reset itself in a way I did not expect. I need to go back to the drawing board and…”

Damn me and my stubborn streak. After wallowing in self-pity for a couple minutes I wipe my eyes and prepare myself to come up with a new plan. I gather some warmer clothes from the closet and head into the bathroom. Maybe if I shower and freshen up it will refresh my mind and help me to think more clearly.

I tried to compose myself then begun, "Good morning Whitney, there are some things that I want to talk to you right away." " Sure I am listening" She replied softly as she struggled to cover her nipples in shame as she glared at me . I tried as much as possible not to stare at her but it was too much calling.

"Don't take it easy on me. I've always taken pride in being one of those people, the kind that don't judge, that just accept people as they are, but I'm a complete hypocrite!" "Stop pacing, the sand ants might get you." Zane crossed his arms and yawned, while I started jumping into the air and slamming my feet against the sand in an effort to kill them all. "Or you could just scare them, so they willingly sacrifice their lives via a flip-flop earthquake." "Are they on me? Are any on me?" I screamed running around in a circle while trying to shake the sand out of my clothes. "Yeah, like five hundred. We may have to burn your clothes. Well, sorry to say this, Fallon, but you need to strip."

happy? "'Cause it's easier said, it's easier said than done." The song ends and I decide to drive the rest of the way in silence. Three whole months of crying and self-pity might have actually helped. I mean saying I'm over him is completely pushing it but the time off from him made me focus on me.

After wiping my cheeks and taking a trembling breath I glanced at the ceiling. “ You’re almost there.” I muttered to myself. “Don't break right now.” I had a deep-seated knowledge that seeking revenge would not make me better. However it might just provide me with the resolution I needed to start over. I got up and straightened my blouse and made my way back to my desk. The papers were ready. Everything that attempted to ruin me came to an end

“Stop being mean to me! Stop being mean to me!” I break down in tears. My chest is stifling. It cannot contain my frustration. Why won't anything ever go my way? “Kael, what do I do?” Kael pats my back with an assuring look. “It's okay. This is not the end. You can still shift another full moon. Pull yourself together.” “What do I do? What do I do Kael…I'm so confused right now…” She sighs and without speaking another word, she just pulls me into her body. I stay there in her hands and my tears flow.

I fell to the grass disappointed. I got up relentlessly, deciding to try again. Beads of sweat drops formed above my brows—on my forehead—and I could feel it trickle down my face. I wiped it off on my clothes and stayed focused. I did everything I could, everything I knew of—still nothing. I threw fists in the air and yelled at the universe. I was mad at it for making me this helpless! Then I sat to receive some cool air from the breeze blowing by, that’s when I realized that I had released way too much air into the wind while I was throwing a tantrum.

“ I'm trying my best.” “It seems all you are doing to me is sulking, do whatever must be done to bring her back. If it has to do with playing dirty, let's roll in the ditch with them, we have been walked on for too long, and it's time we let them know not to ever try that ever again.”

But today… today I saw it. And believe you me, I do not like how I feel looking up at it. At her. At us. “Should cover it back, get someone to wrapped it all up and just…” the cloth just came down as I attempted to do it myself. Refusing to stay up like it done before. I tried again. Putting down my glass on my desk. But a second later, “argh,” I pulled it off from my face instead. “The dust on this thing…” Maybe… maybe I should let be? “It is dusty,” I muttered, looking from the cloth now on my floors to the wide frame standing in my face. Bright and clean as ever.