The One
He looked at me shyly.
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He looked at me shyly.
That night I lay awake in bed for hours thinking about what I could do, if anything.
The next morning I climbed out of bed full of excitement and as I was walking around my flat singing “what a wonderful world” at the top of my lungs, I hear my buzzer go off.
I watched him, smiling at my best friend, eyes sparkling. She knows I love Leo, I tell her everyday just so she would get away from him. What does Carry do instead.
We were sailing I felt I was free, with the wind blowing through my hair and his arms around my waist, I felt safe. "It's beautiful" I said "Just wait until we get there" he replied.
So after we heard the door slam, Peter and Mike came running into my room with a bucket, and the next thing we knew, we were all wet... "SURPRISE!" hollered Peter. "Did you like it?" asked Mike.
"So what did you want to tell me?" Elly whispered. "Wait..." I said and went to the door to check that my brothers weren't anywhere to be seen.
Instead of finishing my sentence, I rand down stairs to open the door. When I opened it, who should have stood there, but my best friend, Elly. "Come on in El" I said. "Hey.
"Cammie. You've done it again. Come up here now!" Yelled my mother from the bathroom. I'm Cammie, a typical girl.
One day at school a girl called Jasmine had fallen in love. She was daydreaming suddenly she heard "ahem" it was her teacher. "sorry miss I was daydreaming " "well don't " said miss.
Blossomed and ready. Their beauty withdrawn and yet they have a space in my heart. A space so large it's like a cave; a cave filled with life, joy ad understanding..
That night I lay in bed wide awake trying to convince myself that it was just a stupid crush and that next time I saw Chris I would be able to breathe properly and I see him as just a target.
Nobody ever said life was easy but I never thought I’d be standing here today, gun in my hand ready to pull the trigger to release the bullet that would kill my best-friend and save the one I...
Your eyes. Your blood-red eyes that had me falling ever further each day. That fiery red hair that brushed softly against my skin as we lay, rebelling against everything we knew.
I didn't fell well at all, the first good thing in my life is finally happening... To be continued !. :).
So I posted this on my old account, and I just wanted it on my new one. It's a story I've been writing, that's semi autobiographical about my best friend who died of cancer a six months ago.
I heard a knock at the door and I knew it would be him. I breathed in a long sigh before opening the door, to find I was right.
There once were 2 16 year olds, one called Susan and one called Dave. Friday night was there 5th date. Dave wasn't himself.
10th grade As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine.
My mate has Been in a relationship for over 3 years and when he moved and started the same college as me his girlfriend took an instant dislike to me because I'm single and spend more time with him...
He is the hand. The hand that guides me. That cradles me. That protects and upholds me. He is the hand that reaches out To stop harm from touching me.
The ground flies under my wheels as I race to him. Love draws us closer. Love pulls us nearer. Gravity will drag me home..
He just sat there and stared, with that big smile of his. It made me think he really loves me doesn't he. But do I love him is the question. I smiled back and he winked at me.
Her eyes started to well up, she could feel the tears coming; tried to hold them back. Her lips were trembling but not a tear had fallen, not yet.