Chapter 6I wake up in the morning, look at Jake, sleeping next to me and smile. The first smile I’ve actually really truly enjoyed. Jake makes me happy. He understands my pain, and anger. He doesn’t push me or hold me back. He’s just . . . there, read to catch me if I fall. Jake has a lot of tattoos. I see a tattoo on his shoulder of an angel. The angel’s not the stereotypical version. She has a long black dress on. She’s smiling, but she has eyeliner down her face like she’s been crying. And she has two big white wings. I touch her face; I understand her. Jake wakes up.Chapter 6
“Hey. What are you doing?” &
Chapter 5I wake in the morning the birds chirping out side of my window. I realize that Kyle is still lying next to me with his arm around me. It feels so good to have someone so close. I try to get up without waking him so I can brush my teeth and my hair, unsuccessfully. He looks at me and smiles. “Hey, sleep all right?” “Yea. I can’t remember the last time I slept so well.” We both smile at each other. Then Kyle realizes that I was on my way to one of the doors.Chapter 5
“Where are you going?” “Bathroom. Do I need to be more specific parole officer?”
We both laugh. When I com
Chapter 4I wake up and get out of bed. The clock says it’s 5:30am. I get dressed and turn on my new laptop. Everything I have is new [except for Loralai]. I check my emails. I have 40 unread emails. When was the last time I checked my messages? Oh, yea. Before the accident. Wait, why am I checking my messages now? I’ve changed a little. I don’t know why but I have. I like the change, though. I’m happier.Chapter 4
Most of the emails are from my friends from back. . uh . . home? Then there are emails from the people from the church I used to go to. Basically the emails are from people from my old life. I haven’t thought about them
Chapter 3I decided to walk home, since it’s not that far away. I walked home deciding weather I should actually talk to sk8er boy on aim. He gave me his screen name but I don’t know if I want to talk to him. I mean he’s cool and all but I have an anti-social reputation to keep here. On my way home I called my sister, Loralai, [who’s 13] and asked if she wanted to walk home with me. She said yes so I walked to her new middle school which is on the way home. Loralai isn’t goth like me. She’s a little more to the preppy side but she’s more of her own person, which I love about her. I used to be like that, all hyper, craChapter 3
I read more of your writing, and it's fucking amazing, hun.
Truthfully, I didn't want that to happen between 'you' and the skater dude.
x'D
*sigh*
But keep writing, it's really really good.
Anywhoss ... for some reason, myspace isn't working for me right now, so I can't reply to the messages or anything. But in an attempt to have it work again, I made a new profile ... the link iss ..
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So please add?
Thankss.
Oh, and I'm just about to put up a new chapter and everything, so, please read!
I love youu.
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"You're exactly my brand of heroine ..."
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it's all fun and games....
till i jump out of you closet with a gat and your first borns head.
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Lost inside.
Trapped.
How to express myself, i do not know.
Make me feel wanted and I'll show you what I can do.
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