FWD: Fw: Fwd: 2011 is almost over! Confess one thing you've always wanted to tell me Forward to everyone in your phone. You might be suprised. (Tell me) This is wats on my paste
I hate the feelin like ill never be good enough for you. You act like im a piece of s*** so why do i even try or bother to answer your calls? You only bring me myself and i down and i dont trust you with that other girl. Shes so pretty shes so popular but what about me? Am i just a piece of trashed waiting to be thrown away? Tell me the truth or never look me in the eye for as long as i live well never be the same together when the truth is spoken Tht was a poem i made for the guy i love... I know its bad so dont need to be told 2x. Seriously the last copy and paste
Zephy, however, didn't experience nearly the same thing as Jake... "Well, that was fun," Zephy told Jake later. They were sitting in his bedroom window ledge, relaxed, leaning back against pillows. In opposite corners of the ledge, they looked at each other as they spoke. "Ya know, even though you didn't catch her," she paused slightly, and heard a voice calling to her. A voice? What? She waited for it to come again, but it didn't. She dismissed it and shot Jake a pointed look and continued, "it was still fun." "Hey, it wasn't my fault!" he told her, defensively. She heard him, but...the voice called to her again. She heard her name, whispered to her as if it were brought by the wind. 'Zephoria,' it called, barely able to be heard by the ear. A small curl of worry began to unfurl in her stomach. Jake continued talking, oblivious to Zephy's distraction. "She's bigger than a soccer ball! I told you this!" She didn't want to worry Jake...did she? He obviously didn't hear anything... "Whatever you say," Z told him breezily, deciding to completely ignore the voice. Unsuccessfully ignore it, but still. 'Zephoria,' the voice called to her, beaconing her. 'Zephoria, Zephoria...' The voice got louder as it continued to speak. 'Zephoria, come to me...' She spoke over the voice, wondering why she was hearing it. Why was it speaking to her? "Fun it was it was. The best..." part was your little speech afterwards, she wanted to tell him, but no sound came out. She couldn't move her tongue to form the words, her mouth to shape them. 'Zephoria, come to me now!' the voice commanded her. It was no longer a whisper in her mind, but was a booming force. Help, she tried to tell Jake, to signal to him with her eyes, to grab his arm as an anchor. But it wouldn't...she couldn't...couldn't move. It was as if her muscles were frozen. 'Zephoria, stop resisting. Come.' the voice told her, commanded her, again. She struggled, feeling sweat begin to roll down her face as she shuddered from exertion. No, no, no, she didn't want to... She felt a force, something trying to...to what? She was being pulled out of her life form, a sucking force drawing her soul from her newly given shell. NO! she wanted to scream. I DON'T WANT TO GO! But she had no choice. 'Zephoria, you will come to me NOW!' the voice said with finality, and it was over for her. She was being drawn away. She looked down as she was pulled up, up, up, down at Jake, who was calling her name worriedly. She wanted to reassure him, tell him she was fine...bur she couldn't. Couldn't do anything as an unseen force pulled her. She spiraled upwards. She had no sense of direction, but knew she was headed toward that voice. Then, she felt, saw, nothing. When she awoke, she was laying on something. Without moving, she felt around her, turning over. She lay on an ever soft object, something fuzzy feeling and soft as she imagines a cloud to be. A soft, warm...with a start, her eyes popped open as she felt herself being nudged by a cold nose. What...? She saw a huge, hulking figure standing beside her. It was furry, looking down at her with deep, soulful, familiar brown eyes. It was...it couldn't be... Standing on all fours, it nudged her side again, and she noticed its lustrous black coat, and a small scratch above its left eye. "Jasper, sit," she told it quietly, waiting for it to sit and prove her thoughts wrong. The dog rolled over with a small 'woof'. It couldn't be... "Jasper, speak." It looked at her and sniffed. As if I would do something like that, the beast told her. It couldn't be...but...but...it was. "JASPER!" Zephy yelled to him, then threw her arms around his neck. He gave her a companionable lick, then softly barked. She nuzzled her face into his soft coat as she held onto him. Her childhood friend, the one thing she had always been able to count on being there, her childhood pet, here. In this...place. But what was... Approaching her, she saw white, new looking sneakers, moving at a swift pace. Startled, she glanced up, higher, higher, work faded blue jeans and an old button down work shirt, until she looked into dazzling, sparkly green eyes that smiled at her. "Hello, Zephoria," the boy said to her, grinning. Her heart stopped for a moment, then began booming in her chest. She couldn't believe her eyes. "Zeeke?"
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oh my last account name that is Aussie_scout_sniper i thought u asked what my first account name was that was my last copy n paste