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Dear Kidnapper Or psycho captor. It's not TLC if I'm held against my will in this prison cell. I will never say I love you or that we're meant to be. It never will be true, no ending happily.
I met this guy on xbox, a hardcore gamer who really could kick ass, whom all the other players mostly couldn't surpass.
Soon after Mia woke up, she felt something crumpled underneath her. It was another note. It read : 2nd July Today a girl, about my age, came into the shack.
Dear Hobo (former super star) There's no need to sleep in your car when you have this lush big house.
Dear Ex I'm going to miss the all night sex. Although usually you are unconscious. But like i'm sure I've said before, I don't mind or wake you when you snore. 1,2,3,4 unlocks the front door.
Dear fiancé Today, I learnt a lot about your sister and you brother, as I talked plans with your mother. She was surprised about the wedding, she didn't know that it was happening.
Dear Stalker What can I say. I'm flattered that I fill your days, move you in inexplicable ways but... I really do need my private space.
Walking down the street I see her once again Petite pretty girl whose face is always in my brain Long dark hair,with stunning green eyes Every time I see her I act like its a surprise.
Dear superstar I need you in my life. I write to you, to let you know, I love all and everything you do. I have a little box, full of all the things you've touched.
Chapter 26 He held my hand and we ran to the water. The waves met us and it ft do good. When the water came to my chest James came closer and stated kissing me. It was our first kiss in the water.
Chapter 19 The next thing we did was keeping on driving in silence. We didn't say much. I thought about Cathy and if she was a part of this. Sure she was a friend, no a best friend. But she took...
Chapter 1- Nightmare I awake to a bloodcurdling scream- my scream. Beads of sweat race from my hair line to my temple. My palms itch with nervousness.
Another sleepless night. I keep thinking about what has happened in the last week. And whats going to happen. I trudge over to the dusty cardboard box.
I picked the miscellaneous tape up from the floor and dropped it into my handbag to tidy it up. It was a deep green Radley bag. Lush like a forest of summer leaves: my favourite colour.
Sharp red nose, makeup smears, You'll see my face in all your fears. What do you think when you see a clown. All alone; oh that horrid frown.
Him. The lanes twisted and turned for miles, there were only two houses, mine and his. His curtains were closed, mine were open. His garden was tall and crowded, mine was neat and cut.
I ran my shaking with nervousness fingertips along his smoothly tanned abs, pressing my head close against his chest.
8.00AM and I'm already late for school. " Bye Mum. At Chloe's later so will be back around 7!" I shout before walking out the front door.
I softly finished the delicate shading to my final piece as the clock struck five hours up. The examiner gently paced up towards me, staring at me for a while, then at my paper, then back at me.
Her eyes fill her pillow with a river of tears, To drown her screams through sleepless nights, Her mind creates dark swirls of her thoughts, To release her terror to all new heights.
As the bang went off I saw him recoil in pain. Terrified I ran, knowing this would be my only chance. And I dint have long, because I noticed he was wearing heavy, large boots. So I ran.
Whenever she woke up in the morning, she had to realize again and again how miserable her life was. School day again. Oh why, why does she have to see them together each day, every moment.
As you may have read, I'm out at the moment in Paris, so this hasn't been edited (I apologise for all errors) and its a bit rushed. But you get the rough idea.
So many things were going through my mind I believed it would've exploded. I tried to divert my thoughts.