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"It was just a little argument" But you keep bringing it up "You really upset me" Why. You don't give a fuck "You'd rather see them" Well isn't that the point. 'Cos you know what I am.
I'm saying sorry, ahead of time. I'm going to use you. You'll never read this though. I'll go out, even though its not my thing. just for the alcohol.
Why is it that I'm the one to get blamed my sisters do whatever they want.
Few rude words.... The house is freezing, my step-dads turned the heating off ... AGAIN.
“Tell me what you remember,” said Rita. “Hmm,” I breathed as I drummed my good fingers along the desk. Looking around, this place was a hell of a lot nicer than Aunt Lynn’s dingy apartment.
A/N: I decide to write more. Enjoy :) x Chapter 9: "You ready?" My sister asked me as we sat in my car.
Yay twelve is my lucky number. To say we weren't talking would be a lie. We weren't dating but we acted like normal. The only thing was that Ben would be leaving soon. And I wasn't going with him.
It's just a short one but more is coming soon xxx. But now it's November… Now don't get me wrong I was excited to be going to live with Ben. So excited- that was the happiest I had ever been.
How did I become the fuck up kid. How the oldest seem to be the worst one. Do I yarn for attention so bad I can't do anything right. Or do I like this life.
A/N: This is the last chapter but don't worry I will be back with another TVD story soon. :) I hope you have enjoyed this xx Chapter 8: Every since spring break, nothing big has happened.
I want to discover. And travel. And learn. I want to be free. With excitement at every turn. I want to make music. And artwork all day. I want to write stories. And spend my time at play.
Well what can I say. I'm 16 years old and just started college (2012) and I thought everything was going great, having a family, boyfriend and friends until my bad luck kicks in.
#household #ambition All I do is try my best, Meet your every last request. Do your work and do my own, Hope you'll just leave me alone. Keep my grades and keep my smile, Make you think I go the...
I'm sorry I can't have a 4.0 Or have almost-perfect grades Sorry I don't volunteer on very many days I'm sorry I don't have tons of friends Or pretty hair or eyes I'm sorry I don't tell the truth I'm...
A rant about my mum telling me off about the holes in my tights.
Stole my heart Chapter 14 - "Yes!" I say leaping into his arms, he wraps his arms round me while moving to the beat of the music, his lips move close to my ear "I love you" he whispers as his warm...
So last night I found out that my brother is not staying in the army after his three years are up. I feel like he is letting his gf decide what he does with his life and I don't like that.
No, I don't write children's books, nor make ridiculous rhymes, my creativity is more morbid, a sign of the evil times.
"What do you want to take for GCSE?" "What do you want to do when you leave school?" How am I meant to answer that. The hard thing is that I live with my mum, who has no understanding of my passion.
You don't appreciate me, You don't even understand, That science is not my strength, That you can't create my future or plan.
I told you once told you twice You're not family You're cold as ice I don't know how you got here And I don't know why you stay But I know that I don't want you I don't need you Go away.
I sleep in a bed, In a house I once knew. Where harmony spread, And a family grew. But the house became crowded, And all wars broke out. Everyday I'm surrounded, In some form of shout.
The sun lowered itself beneath the horizon, giving way to a new light, a blue flare rebounding off every surface, accompanied by a siren.
The shouting drifts up the stairs, I'm the only one left, awake. My siblings are completely oblivious, To the disagreements had every night. I fumble for my iPod, Desperate to shut them off.