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Dedicated to my best friend Ryan. (he was the one in my pp :D) I laugh, I cry, You comfort, you sigh. Telling me 'it's okay' was just alright, To help me get my hopes up enough for the night.
Friends, we all have them some are tall some are small but my friends are different my friends don't like soccer or football no my friends love adventure.
Seeing as I introduced you to my somewhat normal family, I've decided to make a contrasting post and introduce you to my best friend.
I can finally get on,. But I'll never forget where I'm from,. Wanna fly the nest,. But they tell me to give it a rest,. Your not ready for this step,. Not old enough I bet,. Want a new start,.
I don't know how to begin, I need to tell my story though. I feel so lost. Nobody understands me … anymore.
Part 2- Seedlings ------ These plants were store bought, a rare occasion in my grandma's garden. She usually grew the flowers and shrubs from seed. It was one of her many talents.
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.
At the moment I feel so alone. I move between two houses because my parents are divorce. At both homes all I do is sit in my room alone.
To all the times we laugh so hard that we held out sides in pain. To all the times we cried over boys convinces our lives would never be the same.
CHAPTER 2 : I really thought I was going die but it was only my dog and his shadow. I didn't know we're I was, I was starving, and I was scared. I have only been scared two times.
The crowd was dancing, with a merry young teenager riding on a beautiful white horse. His name was Ryan. I always had a crush on him. My name is Jonah.
Chapter 4 <~> "Your gardens great," I whispered, trying not to break this amazing moment. "Not really," he smiled, modestly. "It it!" I persisted. "No. It's tiny.
Written when I was around 12!.
~ Part 2 ~ ^*^*^*^*^*^ All last night I couldn't help thinking of Edward Smith. As I got ready for my new school I kept moaning to myself.
It felt like I had waited hours for dad to come home. The hardness of the banister didn't help with the long wait either. I then heard the leaves outside crunch from someones footsteps.
Chapter 3 Tugging on the hem of my dress anxiously, I quickly took another scan of the café. He wasn't here.
Chapter 1 Nervously tossing and flipping the coin in my sweaty hand, I advanced towards Bret's Bakery. There was already a customer inside, deliberating over which loaf of bread to buy.
Part 1. ^-^-^-^ -1945- The war had just finished, it had only been a few months since the end but it felt nice. My name's Janie, not Jane, I'm 14 and from America. "Janie!.
~Prologue~ -1945- The war had just finished, it had only been a few months since the end but it felt nice. My name's Janie, not Jane, I'm 14 and from America. "Janie!.
A man burst into a room then, attracting the King and Queen's attention, and he started to talk so fast that I didn't understand a word he was saying.
---Payton's P.O.V--- I looked down into the crib at my little Emily. She was so little and perfect. She looked just like Scott. If that was possible.
Ninjas for the land of fire.
I'm going to write another story - scrap 'me my life' - I'm going to continue SCHOOL LIFE and I am also going to write one called THE GIRL WHO WASN'T ALLOWED A BOYFRIEND UNTIL SHE WAS 16 — the name...
I still watched the Queen and she watched me. "Go on then," She grinned. "Go get your things" I nodded and ran up the stairs. The upstairs wasn't much, it just had 8 beds in the one room.