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I’ll be on the sidelines at parties, In corners of pubs, you’ll find me. I won’t approach you cold-blooded, you’re out of my league; don’t you see.
Flaming is the cancer of a forum. Boys can hide behind the screen and act out being men. Others respond with what they feel, but without non-verbals it's often misconstrued.
Do you get bullied in the school and wonder if you actually deserve it. -The answer is: NO. No one deserves to get bullied. But...
Everyone sat in class quietly, Crystal looked sad about what Lachlan had said, everyone sat in silence.
In our world there is predictability and unpredictability. Both are predictable. People we usually hang out with are indirectly those who are unpredictable.
Once upon a time, everyone hated stories that started with once upon a time. So this story will have no once upon a time and may not end in happily ever after.
So there's this girl who I see as my best friend. I know she doesn't see me the same way I see her. She's popular is gorgeous and has amazing style.
Breville noun always acted the clown. Never serious never saw him frown. Full of jokes and anecdotes. About people,places and 1 bout a goat. Around him you were sure to laugh.
At school they seem like a jerk, But at home it's broken gone bizurk. You see that girl who's perfect, But she's thinking it's not worth it. The boy who's so polite, He just won a fist fight.
There are three types of primary school child: Popular, wannabe and different. Comment your thoughts.
As a 14 year old girl lots has happened in my life and the life's of the people around me. It's confusing being a teenager, no one really understands what I'm going through. I need help.
She was his first, his last. His only. They never intended for it to happen.
You play a chess game, I don't join in. I'm not sure what action signals a win. Does 'yes' mean a 'no'. or that it's my turn. I'd like to see rules that I could then learn.
I met a friend through a friend. And my circle started to blend. I'm not particularly loud. The guy escaping the crowd. You may call me impolite. Niceties I recite. Too many names, too many faces.
She was standing all alone In the middle of the crowd, While everybody pointed, Made jokes and laughed so loud. I saw tears sparkling in her eyes, But she was silent through it all.
A Simple Friend has never seen you cry. A Real Friend has shoulders that are soggy from your tears. A Simple Friend doesn't know your parent's first names.
She twinkles in the light. Drifts her glowing eyes across their faces. Silent now, quietness. She wonders 'will they notice?'. A question lost in her inaudible sigh. She stirs.
I smiled lightly as I sat up from my chair. "Uhm..." I said awkwardly. "I actually didn't read." my face slowly changing from slight happiness to embarrassment.
In a world where two are never the same, I took the chance to design a name Something unique, special to describe me But all I came up with was something lame.
You can’t judge a person with a measuring rule. Insecure people; hate that I’m tall, it bruises their ego while cramping their cool, they try to belittle: yet they are so small.
I know I said the first one would be about revision but recent events have gave me some inspiration. Friends.
A place of learning. A place of friends. A place of teachers on every end. A place of a's. A place of b's. And for the better or the worse the c's and d's. Math and science. Lunchroom riots.
She wanted a cup of tea. No, she was craving something better than the weak milky crap they served at the cafeteria.
I am or at least WAS talking. I am or at least WAS walking. Until you bumped me or just talked, rudely interrupting me. Of course you did it, you always do. What have I, ever done to you.