Better offMaybe I amtruly better offwithout you.You just wanted a toythat would never leave.I bet youdidn't expect thatI'd be the oneto leave you.So I guess Iwon this timeso you can gobe the one withone with issuesnext year.
Parody of FridayIts Sunday, Sundaygot to get down onon sunday. Whats aftersunday? Monday!Working 'n' workingYEAH! Working 'n' workingYEAH! fun fun fun fun!Looking forward to theweek days!
EasterMy favorite holidayis not Christmasor even Halloween,It is EasterI love itNot because the"Easter bunny"or the baskets.I love howit brings myfamily together.Truly it isbeautiful.my parentswatching us gothrough our "baskets"While they cuddletogether. Sip theircoffee. and whispersweet nothings toeach other. Or theway my siblings lookwhen they get a wholebunch of candy, or theway my grandma sleepsin her rocking chair,snoring. The way thedog sings his songwhen the door bellgoes off. Theway the youngerchildren hurry to findthe most eggs. I know couldbeat them. Instead, I allowthem to win. To shine in theglory. Or maybe its the ideathat a good guy was murderedbut then came back to life,that makes this holidayquite joyous. I thinkif someone was looking inthey'd think of how beautifulit is. This is how a familyshould always be.
Micheal's Zelda Adventure I was finishing up some homework one Sunday afternoon, it was warm. Just cozy enough to put one to sleep. I decided I'd go outside and get a tan, I was whiter than a albino llama. I put on some shorty shorts and a tank top. I walked out, and decided my trampoline was a decent place to rest a bit. I walked over and it smelt amazing, but i couldn't put my finger on it. I climbed on to it, and lied down. As soon as I knew it, I was out. Cold. I was awoken by an abrupt water spray on me. Assuming it was my older brother I sat straight, and yelled his name. "Phoenix!!!" When I opened my eyes, it was raining, and I was in a forest. I looked around rather confusedly. Then a horse rode by, with a guy on it. He looked familiar. I stood up. "GANNON?" The horse stopped suddenly, and turned around. He came at me slowly. "Who are you?" He said in his deep voice. And when i say deep, I MEAN deep. I looked at him in awe. "Do i have to hit yo
Saddnesswith these Brokenwings, I can notflywith these Brokendreams, I can neverdiewith these brokenhearts, I can neverLoveWith this Brokenfamily, I can onlyget shoved
Lost IdentityI lost myIdentity.As soon asYou broke upwith meNo one knowswho I amNot evenMy parentsThey havemistaken mewith thePerfectDaughterwho I amnot...not anymore
Abuse...If only everyone new howyou hurt methat day, ifonly they newyou were thecause of allthese bruisesand cuts. Ifonly...Ifonly...
Talent show I'm sitting in the crowd, waiting my turn to end up on the stage. My friend smiles at me and gives me a thumbs up. I give her a thumbs down and shake my head. I'm so nervous. I entered this talent contest thinking 'well, this ought to shake things up for me,'. Jeez, I'm so nervous that i couldn't eat lunch. Also, I woke up at 3 o'clock in the mourning, and did my hair four times, and changed my outfit ten. "Carly Pockna will be singing 'Amazing Grace.' for you this evening! Let's all give her a warm round of applause!" The announcer announced, the crowd clapped. I stand up and smooth my silk skirt, then walk slowly up to the stage, looking rather grim. "Carly, tell me, are you nervous?" She asked, while everyone else was 'un-setting' up and 'resetting' up. I take a deep breath and put on a big smile. "Of course not! why should? I have been practicing since January." I lied, I was so nervo
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