

Somewhere else, someone else.The muffled voices carrying up the stairs told me that it was happening again. Every night it was the same. My fathers low voice aimed at my mother and her answering replies soft and pleading. I wondered what it was this time; another fork left in the sink? Or a smudge mark on his favourite pair of shoes? I rolled over and pressed my pillow into my face. The voices were rising in pitch; now my father was shouting and I could hear my mother weeping in protest.Somewhere else, someone else.
I didnt! I swear I didnt! Please Further into my temple I pushed, hoping to somehow eradicate the whimpering of my mother from my


Lifeshe's beautiful, but she'll never admit it. music is her life, literally. ask her for a good song, she'll give you ten. t-shirts and skinny jeans are her trademarks. when she smiles, her whole face lights up. her heart's been broken by a guy who doesn't love her anymore. and you know what? she's moved on with her life.Life


Ironic, isn't it?Fighting back tears, she sits, Spiralling, spiralling, spiralling, Down, down, down.Ironic, isn't it?
She sits with a blank face, Cant let anyone know what shes going through, The one she wishes did notice
Sits two seats away, unaware.
The bell rings. And the façade is broken for a second.
its back in place just as quick, as she drudges to next class.
Again she sits and battles with her emotions. A voice rings out, loud and clear, Are you okay?
She glanc


Moved on...She moved on, and I feel sorry for you, because she thought you were the most amazing boy ever. If she could have had any guy in the world, she still would have picked you. Now you're just another part of her past. A memory more faded every day. And someday, she'll find the one she deserves. And he will make her the happiest girl in the world.Moved on...
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i've got those rolled back eyes, but nothing's clouding my vision.
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