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Looking over towards a corner of the large foyer, a sight tugged at Stetson. A girl -The Girl- sat, knees touching her chin, with sleek white headphones barely visible against her pale complexion.
Have a read and would be interested to know whether you care about Cate. are you intrigued by the opening. Is it too much like a set of moments happening without any real substance.
As I walked through the school gates I began to shake. It wasn't because of Britain's freezing temperatures or the rain slowly dripping down my face.
At the moment I feel so alone. I move between two houses because my parents are divorce. At both homes all I do is sit in my room alone.
I hate school as all my 'friends' ignore me. I have lunch with them but their all in their own group and I'm the one that's left out.
Caution: Brutal Language Stand up Walk away As I say Thank you In my bitchiest tone Tears building Though yet to be seen Strut to the bathroom Stand in the farthest stall Want to...
because isn't it true, that the second you stop caring. the second you stop preparing. it all opens up right in front of you. because isn't it true, that the second you stop caring.
I sit at the kerb, Waiting for the yellow bus. It's old rusty engine, from miles away can be heard. All to be seen is kids in a rush.
Writing prompt : The story must occur in the timeframe of exactly 6 minutes, and the 6 minutes must be part of the story somehow that it is 6 minutes. Any length. Must be a dead animal.
Meet Marcus the "weird one", He's a social outcast. He wants to leave town, Wants to leave it, and fast. Cause no one understands him, Mom and Dad are on the phone: He says, "Come and get me.
There sits a girl A lonesome soul In the cafeteria, eating her meal Wishing for time to move fast So she could escape the misery Every where there is sound Talk, music, the blare of a tv She...
RESTARTING. ------------------------------ I wake up in horror. Flowers were around my bed. I saw light. And lots of it. A doctor was staring at me. "You must be Scott ?" he asked me. I nodded...
They said people like me could never amount to anything. People always thought that I would never get anywhere in life, because I was so weak... I showed them...
It is not just History.It is a torture.Being there -awkwardly,with no one to talk to, since the ones I am the closest to are reading.