Dear readers, so I'm not exactly new here since I've been on PIMD for quite a long time and have written stories here before. I decided to come back and make a new one and hopefully you'll like it. Here goes ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Don't Forget ME Narrator's POV The ambulance sped down Wilson Street, sirens flickering with an illuminating red and passersby whispered to each others ears. Who is it this time? Probably one of the Parker's sons. Always getting into trouble As the blazing car halted to a stop in front of the emergency entrance, a limp figure was hurriedly being lifted out of the car, as if it was something so ... lifeless. Pathetic. Just another desperate act. Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a waste. You're worthless. And that was the worst of them all. The words stung. Like a knife that was never going to come out no matter how you pulled. Growing into screams. wails. regrets.... Please don't take my child away! Stop! Please, stop! I love you. It was barely a whisper. But the voices grew louder - a crescendo of pitches - loud enough that it hurt. And the last thought was gone in a flash. Yet, I never really knew what it was nor did a soul. END So leave comments, suggestions and even criticisms if needed. Thank youu for reading this. More to come! -Joycee
JOYCE <3 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH FAIL BB CODE. AHIHIHIHI FIIIRST. YOYOYO TEXT ME I HAVE TO ASK YOU SOMETHING. BUMPERZ
HAHAHAHA WHATEVER, ANDI CAN I JUST CALL YOUU? Oh, and THANKS FOR THE BUMP! Seriosuly? No criticisms?
AYSUS. USING H.M. JUD. And we're talking right now so the phone is about to fall off my ear. AND FOIINE NALANG BEH. KADRAMA PUD KA UI. Here, criticism: Use more description and more suspense. It's hard to tell. It's not that deep into the story yet. THERE. DA. DA. HAPPY?
HAHAHHA FINE AMBER YES! Very happy for the suggestion. I know! I was doing this while listening to a happy song so it probably didn't turn out so sad. Thanks anywayy
Another one because I felt like it Narrator's POV Stop. I told myself to stop this - this ridiculous and stupid excuse for doing something so...so wrong? I don't know what to say or even how to describe it but all that I know is that I wouldn't be here if not for them. I despise them. Such hatred that I am not able to let go so quickly. I know what I did wrong. But was that my fault? Was it really my actions? That I was born into a mess? No. I don't think it is. But I try to push it away. I am trying to push it away and then maybe I can finally fall asleep without ever thinking of disdain. Broken thoughts buzzed through Will's mind, just like the sound of the bees before they stung at him and his mother had to give him a lollipop to get him to stop crying. He gasped for air, clutching the familiar softness of the bed sheets. Sweat clung to his hair and the nape of his neck as he frantically scanned the room. A wave of relief washed over him as he noticed that nothing had changed. He must've had a dream. His room was nothing like the obvious sight of clothes strewn everywhere and pizza boxes hidden under the bed, but surprisingly it was clean and orderly. Will rose from the bed and jumped into a hot shower, scrubbing all the traces of last night's events away as if it was that easy to forget. In a few minutes he was heading out the front porch and was caught up in the steady pace of his walking, turning up the volume of his ipod and pulling at the sleeves of his Varsity Jacket. The cold breeze whipped his curly blonde hair across his cheeks but Will didn't seem to mind. I used to love the time nearing winter. But that was when it all started... A soft, innocent voice played through his mind but he forced it down and tried to think of other thoughts - those that were happier - but then he had none, none to share and none to replay. He arrived at school just in time for the bell to ring as everyone hurried on to their classes, slamming lockers and putting an end to in-between classes kissing sessions. He entered the classroom, sliding down his backpack beside the chair and greeted his friends with a smile. But Will smiled to hide his own secret, his own pain and the life that was his to be a burden. Author's Note: I really do hope you liked it I know this was all thoughts and no conversations but just wanted to show Will and sort of his POV. Thank you if you're reading this
BUMP YOU HORROR. HAHAHAHA. HEY SAMMIIII. YES WE'RE BOTH REALLY HYPER. BUMP OR I WILL JY SQUARE YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH I DON'T KNOW HOW THAT MAKES SENSE BUT WHO CARES? YOU GET WHAT I MEAAN.
SO THAT'S HOW IT'S GONNA BE NOW, HUH? HAHAHAHA WELL YOUU BETTER NOT JY SQAURE ME OR I WILL SO CIRCLE YOUR FACEE. Okay, that didn't make sense but who cares? Comments, suggestions or criticisms?
To be honest, there's no criticism. I have chika. Lawl confessions someday. After training. Kidding! Level 4 na ta!
Hahahaa "tell me, tell me"! That's great! And are you really serious? Hahaha because if you are then you gotta tell me I THOUGH LEVEL 5?!? HAHAHAH
I'll tell you AFTER you update. And you have to jump to the second floor man gud to reach level five! And ring the bell. EXCITED. And nahh. Kapuy tell you. :3
I'm not updating again tonight! Ugghh KAPOY PUD UPDATE AGAIN. FINE, be that way! HAHAHA okaay well I'll TRY to update How do you do the color font thing? Is this right? [color = pink] I want te rainbow colors [/color]
No criticism. IT'S AMAZING. Guess what? I had school today, and my friend is as hyper as you guysI'm all hypered out