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12. It has always been my unlucky number. I'm a great soccer player, really I am, but when my number was twelve, I was awful. Missed every goal, overshot every pass, just plain horrible.
#emotion Numbers have always sent me into a tizzy Ask me to calculate and I just get dizzy My brain works fine away from prying eyes But addition in front of others makes me cry One year, I...
Once upon a time, in a far away place, Over the mountain and under the glace, A small village boy you'd think you mistook, Gleamed as he opened his very first book.
Chapter 12 Dinner "It's this one," Leon told me, pointing to a fancy looking restaurant. Luckily, I'd taken an extra £10 from my purse, it looked like I'd need it.
"What time do you call this?" "Enough time to get moving, if you shut up." He did. So anyway, where was I. Ah, yes. First of all, Virra.
"Dad I'm home. (Pause) What are you talking about. I told you I had drama rehearsal after school today. (Pause) You know… you could at least try to hide your disapproval.
It jogged my memory My memory of the old me And that same old memory of you That cold night wrapped in your warm arms Your jacket hugging me closely The fire burning brightly Lighting up your...
My last year of college I'll be off to Uni soon That is if I get in But what happened to high school. 5 years over, just like that And my first year of college.
He was a nineteen year old guy, she was sixteen and a little bit shy. He was on a backpacking holiday in Mexico kicking back and taking life slow.
Part 4 "Please come back to the school, everything will be okay" I told her. She looked at me with pleading eyes, "skip with me. Theres only two classes left, come on.
A dress to die for, A darling date. A colourful corsage, There he is at the gate. Hair in a bun, Perfume galore. Lippie in my bag, And he's at the door. My father opens, Welcomes him warmly.
I like this one. It's her birthday. :) VERY EXTRA VERY EXTRA VERY EXTRA LONG PART!. it took me three days to write it!. "Happy Birthday Julia!" I woke up surrounded my by family. "Wha.
Started writing again, got a bit bored with it so there's a gap of around 6 months, and it's now all written in the third person.
Chapter 15: I recognised the familiar corridors as I ran along each floor of the hospital.
Chapter 9 ~ Aunt Melina took me to the hotel near my old house and we got some arrangements. "I'm really sorry hun but Joe and Lou put Thomas in the pound," she whispered. "Oh.
It's here. :) x *Justin's POV* "I told you he'd find those pictures" I sighed, running the small cloth under the ice cold tap.
She had the most beautiful smile. The most gorgeous eyes. The most fantastic naturally forming hair. The perfect personality She was perfect. An angel sent from above.
I can't believe it. I can't believe it. I never expected a gift like this. I bury my face alongside your neck; Closing my eyes I surrender to bliss.
I glance outside the window and saw the beautiful beach. The waves gently rolling into the shore. The soft sand. I looked at mom and dad, both of them making dinner.
15+ (Recommended -I honestly don't care what age you are to read this). Here it is.
#household In a child's mind, Everything is fine. Those people in suits Are robots walking in a line. No worries in their heads Except the scary monsters Underneath their beds.
Chapter 13: I sat staring at my phone for fifteen minutes, deliberating if I should send the text or not.
THIS IS NOT A TRUE STORY Worth It. By Mary Bradshaw We were running round the playground – the cool kids. The only cool kids. I liked that, being cool. Just how I wanted it.
AN: Based off of S.E. Hinton's novel/movie, The Outsiders. Buffy characters. Buffy sat at the playground, her head buried in her hands as she let sobs rack her body violently.