Getting back in the writing mood again. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> “You must know everyone’s secret,” she laughs. I nod and grin with her. She doesn’t know how true that is. “It’s weird. You’re so nice and kind; I feel like I could tell you anything!” My smile is forced. My laugh sounds hollow. Can she tell I’m faking it? No. No one can. She continues on. “Seriously Selene, it’s like a gift! You could ruin anyone.” A gift. Yeah, right. More like a curse. If only she knew the thousands of times a day I spent wishing I didn’t know these things. “But, you wouldn’t ruin me, of course.” A knowing nod. How could I destroy her life, if I don’t even know her name? “Oh, can I tell you a secret? Swear not to tell anyone.” She barely even waits for a nod before launching into her story. “You know how I’m dating that guy, Noah? Hunter kissed me yesterday. And… I think I liked it. But I love Noah! What do I do?” “Maybe you should just pretend it didn’t happen,” I suggest faintly. Why she had even told me that was beyond me. “Yeah, and hope no one ever finds out! I’ll call you later! Bye, Sel!” As she flounces away, I see the pink streak in her brassy golden hair. Oh right. That was Savannah. Telling me yet another secret to add to my list. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Selene. It means moon, doesn’t it? The perfect, glistening moon. An orb of silvery light standing out against the inky black sky. What I’m gazing at right now. I leap to the firm ground from my perch atop a tree branch. The grass grows sparsely here, and the trees are bare of leaves. All is silent here, as usual. The exiguous vegetation usually dispels any wildlife. Breathing in the crisp, frigid air, I close my eyes and let the serene atmosphere flood my senses. I come here often to forget my troubles. The war going on inside my home, for one. My parents aren’t just talking divorce. They’re not just fighting. Although, from the piercing screams and thundering bellows that echo day and night through my house, it’s easy to mistake it for arguments. But they’re bickering because they feel trapped. Scared. Unsure what to do. Why? One word. Murder. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Please comment, tell me your opinion on the story. I don't care if it's bad. Criticism welcome!
Starina, you have to do it as one word. For example: [color=darkpink*] You type this [*/color] Except with the asterisk