I liked it personally. I would have killed him off my story, but he plays a key part in it and the whole story is already planned out. Stupid 15min timed updates -_-
Emotions bubble up in my chest but I push them back down. Hoping that my face doesn't betray me I reply by saying, "Oh yea, it's nothing. Just haven't been feeling well lately." I can tell she doesn't believe me based on the look on her face, but she doesn't need to know. Not yet. For now it is my secret to keep but certainly not my only. Sure none of my secrets held real importance to anyone but me but no matter. Like my first kiss was Alex Smith in second grade after he cornered me. I always pretended like I had hated it, but he was my crush and it's what I hadn't had the courage to do. Or if I was allowed to I'd eat food out of the container and drink juice out of the carton no need for dishes. How'd I get so lost in thought? One thought led to another and then I can't recognize where I began. I run these thoughts through my brain while trying to figure out a suitable answer about Ryan being gone. And that's what I realize what I have to do.
It felt weird after being in the poem mind set...and right now there's other things I'd rather be writing about...