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Hi guys, i am 10th grade. There is a boy in my class, that i really like. Sometimes when i am around he pretends to be the good one, he tells he don't smoke and tries to study hard.
I went to my room, and tried to hold the tears. I just want to be happy. But, well maybe thats not for me.
Its me. Im the one. Take me to the light, I want to shine. "I am Melissa, and I'm trying to be perfect. Perfect daughter, student, person.
I was on my way to Cheryl's room. I made us two cups of coffee and took some biscuits with me. I knocked, nobody answered, so I found my way in.
*After a bath* I told her everything. She understood me, well I think she did. She is very good listener, and I am very talkative, so as best friends we are good match.
Someone cold arm touched my shoulder. For a second I thought it must be Mark or my mother, but the I remembered that I was flying in the one and only flight to Ireland.
Wearing white dress, Thinking white dreams, Do you want that, Or that just Ur scheme. Do you love me, the way I love you. If you kiss me now, I will kiss you too..
Sitting on the stairs in the garden, drinking tea and thinking of things which will never happen. It is one of my favorite things to do. Since I downloaded oppus I can't live without it.
Sitting on the stairs by my own, Watching to the stars by my own, Waiting for the moon just in case, Maybe you be there, for few days..
The taxi stopped next to the airport, but I still needed to bring my suitcases upstairs. I don't know what I putted in them, but they were so heavy. Finally, I'm in.
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I opened my eyes, it was early morning, so it was dark inside. I barely can see anything, I got up, opened the curtain. It was raining.
I felt cold hand on my wrist, it pulled my back. I almost felt on the ground. Suddenly someone sucked up to my lips. It was Mark. It was so sick, I wanted to throw up.
I was standing in front my mothers door, to be punctual. U think this stupid, thats just the way she is. She hates when i'm late, or to early. - Hi!- I heard the voice behind my back.
It was 10am, and at 10.30am i need to be at restaurant. I never gonna make it.
I sat in my bed for half an hour, analyzing and repeating that dream in my head over and over again. I need to normally wake up, let's go to make some coffee, I told for myself.
This was early morning in Dublin, I opened my eyes and get off bed. I hate mornings. But today I just couldn't sleep.