Crushed and Broken
Chapter 3 --------------- The last two hours of the school day are a blur. I go, sit in my classes, and just wait for the day to be over.
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Chapter 3 --------------- The last two hours of the school day are a blur. I go, sit in my classes, and just wait for the day to be over.
Inspiration. A graceful, impetuous word. Grants and feeds us lyrics for constructions of art, expressions of the human soul. But as to where it comes from. Everywhere-everything.
8:57 am. my dad and his girlfriend outside baking. wind chimes heard. my family is baking. perfect little life. I'm trapped in my bed. shaking. I thought it was a dream. but I woke up and saw it.
My mouth gaped open in shock. How could this be. I thought to myself starting to get upset, do I want a child this early on in my life. I'm sixteen for goodness sake.
July 17th 1997 Dear W.i.l., I have decided to call you that because it is shorter than saying "whoever is listening".
Wake up, no morning tea. Just a few crumpets and some water please College ID, and a lucky charm around my neck. A few books and pens, nothing high tech.
#household #flashlight She sits alone in an unlit room, A girl of 15. 16 soon. Tears of black run down her face, She's lost people she can't replace.
After a moment, Paul typed: "EMILY YOU ARE THE BIGGEST FREAKING ATTENTION WHORE I'VE EVER KNOWN STOP PLAYING THESE FREAKING STUPID GAMES OMG GUYS IM SCRATCHING MY WRISTS BECAUSE IM SO GOTH FEEL SORRY...
~ My version of @georgie17xx 's amazong story. Please feel free to write your own version too. I will definetly read. ~ "Mom, I'm home." she calls. There it is again.
A few years ago at school, I was asked to write an essay from a picture of a beach, with a stone, a doll and footprints leading away.
Stella got off the bus and was walking to school. She arrived at 8:31, late again. "Stella. Late." yelled Mrs Lucas. Mrs Lucas is Stella's teacher, Mrs Lucas had never liked Stella.
He kissed her by the pond. He pointed out all the seaweed and told her that it was as thick as a rope. They made it into a swing. He pushed her back and forth on it as she laughed.