~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ------------------------- With no one to run to, With no where to hide; Who will you turn to? Where is inside? When will it be safe To go in the light? Who will help you? Who will fight? There is no human To guide you back home; But there is someone; You're not alone. I will help you; I will fight; I will be here; You'll be all right. So just so you know, You are not alone, There will always be me; Just pick up the phone. Call me when down, I will be here; To talk to you whenever, I am so near. And as I end this, I just want to say, I am your friend, It will be okay. Tears — they are useless things. Always pricking your eyes, always when you least want them to. If only there was a way, to end all the madness, to stop all the hate, to bring peace to sadness. Every night there is a girl who closes her eyes and kneels, praying that one day there will only be joy in the world, no water streaming from people's eyes. Hoping her prayers will be answered, she gets on with her daily life, pretending she is okay. She hurts herself, because of idiotic people who cannot see how amazing she is. She wants to leave this cruel world; she wants to be in a place where she can be happy all the time, with no worries of being judged and talked about. If people could open their eyes, and see how their behaviour is affecting her and other people like her, she could stop torturing herself about not being good enough, stop crying, stop hating. She could finally be happy, and she wouldn't have to leave the earth. People open your eyes! Tell me what you see; Do you see her looking happy? Do you see her full of glee? 'No,' you say? Well that is on you, Because everything has a consequence, No matter what you do. ------------------------- She finished typing her part of the school magazine. "If only..." she thought aloud. Packing up her things, she printed her page, finally ready to be checked by her teacher. Leaving it on her desk, she turned and walked out of the study room. "Daddy!" She shouted, "What's for dinner?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hmm... Yes another story. I can't think of anything right now for my other stories. I'm not quite sure what it's about just yet, but I'm thinking about it right now. Maybe she dies and goes to heaven and comes back then starts telling people about her experience up there and then when she dies because shes old abd she becomes an angel and is young again and she watches over people and then she turns evil and starts working for the devil and starts killing people and then she falls in love with another angel and she turns good again and they all live happily ever after? Who knows? But I know that plot above is not it. Come back tomorrow to see if I've updated if you like it. Thank you!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Waking up at six o'clock in the morning, she got out of bed and had a quick, hot shower. After brushing her teeth and combing her hair, she tied it up into a long, thick ponytail and ran down two staircases to get to the kitchen. Breakfast was a small bowl of cereal with a little fruit salaf, prepared by her housekeeper. It was finally the first day back at school, after nearly two months off. Anastasia could not wait to see her friends, and was especially looking forward to seeing Layton, the boy she had liked since she was eleven. They had been friends for six years now, and he was close, which she was thankful for, except it meant that he most likely did not feel the same way about her like she did him. In a way she was popular, not in a 'cool' way, but as in she was a pure hearted person with lots of good friends. Her family was rich, it had been for generations. Most people did not know this though, they were her friend for her personality, not her money. Finishing off her breakfast juice, she grabbed her bag and her part of the school magazine then left for the bus. She had a car, but if she drove it to school people would realize she had money. That was also one of the reasons she never had people over at her house, except for the people she knew were true. "Anastasia!" She heard a shout from down the hall when she was at her locker. "Come and give me a hug you beautiful girl!" She turned to face the person. "Layton you weirdo," she laughed while he picked her up and swung her around. "You've gotten fitter I see." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Short updatehope ya like it
Me shinks this has waited far too long ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ School was hell that day. Teachers were extra boring, classwork was a pain and her peers were like brainless zombies. The only thing that kept her from dying of borden was seeing Layton. At lunch she sat next to him, and he had his arm wrapped lazily around her shoulders. Her heart was beating faster than a cheetah, and she couldn't stop a small blush that came every time Layton spoke. Luckily he didn't notice, but everyone else at the table did. "So, Layton," Alex, Laytons best friend started. "Anyone special you wanna tell us about? A girl you might be really into?" "Well actually, there is someone Alex..." He pulled his arm off Anastasia then. Her heart stopped. How could this be? Layton liked someone, her crush had a crush on someone. "Tell us then! The suspense is killing me!" A girl she had forgotten the name of called. "She's one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen," Anastasia's heart dropped. She was anything but pretty. "Her name starts with an A, I've known her for ever and I really like her..." Great. It was probably Anna. The bitch. "Dude I will punch you in a minute! What the hell is her name?" Alex threatened "Okay! Chill," Layton said. "Her name's Anastasia." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~