Fix Your Attitude Novels & Stories

Sheila’s POV After the makeup test, I begged for a break. Zuki gave me exactly ten minutes. Then she clapped her hands. “Up. We are going to fix your walk.” “I thought we already fixed my walk,” I said from the couch. “That was basic spine survival,” she said. “Now we are adding attitude.” “I don't need an attitude,” I said. “Yes, you do,” she replied. “Right now, you move like you are going into war.”

Then he looks at me, then he says. “Teach me how to do this right.” I nod slowly. “Okay.” Then he glances down at his hand, still resting against my stomach, then back at me. He watches me carefully, like he’s trying to understand something bigger than what I’m saying. “I’m going to figure this out,” he says quietly. “You better.” A small smirk pulls at his mouth. “There it is.” “What?” “That attitude.” “Get used to it.” “I am.” He lets out a breath. “I’m still going to mess up.”

With a huff, I sat up. "Uh, Say you got this person you care about a whole lot and you want to win here over, but you don't know how. And all you've been doing so far has been messy. How are you going to go about fixing things?" He sat up too, ruffling his blond hair with brows raised like he was thinking. He had better come up with something nice. "On a scale of 1-10, how bad is your mess?" "Try a million." "That bad?" He chuckled.

"I don't think opinions should be shared with people who has different ones." "Why? Why are you so affected? Are they somehow connected to you? Because it seems yes. You're so affected that if that kid didn't call you miss I'd mistake you for her mother. Huh? Or is it that old man? Is he your sugar daddy?" He mockingly asked. "No wonder, you even cried in front of him. What's the deal? He doesn't want to give sugar to you anymore, Ha?" Desperate time calls for desperate and true attitude. This attitude of his is trashy, honestly. I didn't expect him to have this kind of attitude because he was so gentle when he approached me the first time.

“I can’t survive like this. I quit college, and you can’t expect me to sit in my room all day.” Well, “You don’t need to sit around here the whole day; I have decided you are going to college.” “Seriously? Back to NYU.” Excited, he said, “No, you will go to a local college here. In this way, you will get to study in college while I can fix your attitude.” His expression changed immediately, Anger flared through his nose, and his hand turned into a fist. “You are such an ass...” I stood with a stiff expression.

he replied “Yep, a fancy way to define the wors obsessed” I responded as he laughed “You just do not give up, do you? Well, I am not obsessed” I replied “Yes, say it till we both believe it” I added as we laughed. “So, why do you have the habit of looking breathtaking every time?” he asked “I don’t know, it is like a bad habit I just cannot give up you understand” I responded as he chuckled “You, this attitude of yours is one of the things that caught my attention” he added

That's all in the past now, my Dad is now a part of the witch's gang. As I paid attention to "Fix You" by Coldplay" on the radio. I wondered if there was someone that could fix me. It is one of my favorite songs to listen to every morning. I'd say it gives me some sort of hope and inspiration. I began to sing the song: "When you try your best, but you don't succeed When you get what you want, but not what you need When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep Stuck in reverse And the tears come streaming down your face

"The way you shout at someone's face when you are not satisfied. The way when you want something and people have to serve you immediately or they would get into trouble. The way when things aren't as you plan you blame others but not yourself. You like people to listen to you but you don't care to hear others and et cetera. That is called a wayward. You should think about other people too. As a saying that to put yourself in other people's shoes. Whatever you do, think of the hearts of others. Be considerate and don't trample on people's dignity because you think you are powerful with lots of money and can do anything you please. These are low attitudes which human beings like us shouldn't h

she started and I stared,"Am I missing an eye? Or better yet am I missing both eyes? Do I look like Blind Bartimaeus to you? If you came to state the obvious then you can leave" And here we go again. "So you do need help?" I asked trying to calm myself down. "I do I really do but if it's coming for you, I better wait for Jerry to show up" Oh brother. This was what I was talking about. The woman was so bitter, so cold that even breathing the same air she was, made me contagious of her bitterness. I scrunched my nose in disgust walking away from her. "When your car gets fixed you better visit the candy store. You'll need a whole bucket of candy to fix your bitter personality. It's not a insult

“Small things change a lot.” “You make it look easy.” “It isn’t,” he said simply. “But it becomes easier when you stop thinking about how hard it is.” I tried again, this time faster. He watched, quiet but focused. When I stopped, he said, “You’ve got balance. That’s rare.” “I almost fell twice.” He gave a small smile. “But you didn’t.” I smiled back without meaning to. “That’s one way to see it.” He nodded, his eyes calm. “Keep that attitude. It’ll take you far.”