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Molly's POV In the gang there's me, Luke, Jack, Isaac and Emma. Zara used to be in it until she died or was she murdered. We was walking throw the corridors, to maths and we found Zara dead!!.
The girl is told shes ugly. The boy is told he should be dead. The girl is mocked for her clothes. The boy can hardly sleep in bed. The girl sits alone eating her lunch.
I look at myself, figure in the wind, A fraction in your life, for now, To you, I am but an annoying pest, An unnoticed fly on the wall, You laugh at me, you poke at me, To you I am only a toy.
End of the world: I lay here and I'm thinking. What can I do right now to make this special. I play back the memories in my head.
What brought you. To kill those innocent angels. What brought you. To shatter their lives. What brought you. To scar the rest. What brought you. To pull the trigger. What brought you.
Criminal Girl Part 3 "Oh sh*t!" Spencer shouted. "There aren't anymore bullets in my gun!" "Ha!" I said. "Well, now what are you going to do?" "Hey, beautiful," Spencer whispered proudly.
Josh looked around at the other survivors. They looked back at him, eyes searching for any sign of hope. He stood up.
Julie Whitely woke up. 3:00 a.m. "Dreams," Julie mumbled. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. She climbed up the stairs and went back to bed.
He sat in the back row of the buzzing classroom, in the far corner, watching. No one noticed him. No one noticed his eyes shift from person to person, taking in every little detail.
Alone. Cold. Scared. The darkness hangs on every surface covering it with a soft blanket of uncertainty . The tension that builds up in the air is palpable. You're blind. Alone and blind .
The boy sat on the floor in his bedroom, it was dark and gloomy, and clothes and other things were on the floor. He was but 11, but sitting with a dozen small white pills in his hand.
Dear diary, My name is Jade , I'm 14 and I'm from Sheffield. I got this diary to express my feelings. People don't understand me because I'm different.