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---Annie's P.O.V--- I picked up Lena and rocked her. I didn't know what was wrong with her she has been crying all day. I hope she's ok.
My first story... Let's see how it goes. Chapter 1 I walk down the school hallway, keeping my head low and my slightly curly, light brown hair hiding my face from anyone that looks at me.
There you go making me feel insecure. You're insults are just a blur. Why are you trying to bring me down. You're making my life a frown. I can't believe this. I can't believe this.
#household It hurts you know. The way you push me and shove me thought the hall way, The way you act daft and don't have something innocent to say. It hurts you know.
"WAKEY WAKEY DELILAH!" Eddie shouted from somewhere close in my bedroom. I jumped, from laying down which in itself is something to be proud of, about a foot high, landing heavily back on the bed.
Taylor gasped.... "I....I...know........him." "Um..I'm confused, what do you mean Taylor?" I asked. "He's my brother well....half brother. It's a weird story..." "Tell us!" Carmen and I screamed.
However, all those popular girls, mostly that girl, named Lea, I don't have the most little idea why she hates me so much, why she bothers me so much, why she likes to make my life even more...
Strong language; You can die, and tear yourself apart anyday, I would hate to stand and watch. But you have things I don't, Just because, You chase to fit in and be usual.
Let's begin with school Why won't they let me rest. Stuck in school all day Forced to do test after test after test, I can't even go to the loo Can you believe that.
I hate my life more then u think It's sucks so much I wish I had a drink My parents barely notice me And I wish I could be free From all the he'll they put me through I feel like they hate me too I...
Chapter 1 You don't know what it's like to stand there. Looking down as the waves crash against the rocks. You don't know what it's like to feel like nobody wants you, like your not there.
You don't see what I'm hiding behind this smile. All the hurt. All the pain. All the anger. All the tears. All the thoughts. All the words. All the expressions. All the tears. All the time.
(not sure bout the title :/ ) "Get away from me you bastard!. You think I asked for you to be my father??!!" I screamed at my dad. For about the 50th time this week.
Josh. I don't think I've ever heard a name as perfect as his. Never met a person as perfect as him. Never met anyone who understood me quite like him. And now he's gone. I was there.
I wish sometimes that someone would just give me the answer to the question pounding at the back of my skull. At this point, I feel like life has no purpose.
I wanna make a poem a little like this one day :) Why am I befriended. Why am I loved. Why am I so sickend by the bright stars above.