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Roses are Red, Violets are Blue: Chapter ThreeChapter 3
Stepping out of the car and tossing my bag over my shoulder, I looked back to see my dad smiling giving me a warm smile from the driver's side.
"And you're sure you've got everything you need? Pencils, pens, money?"
"Yes, Dad I'm sixteen, not six. I've been to school before." I laughed softly, and he rolled his eyes, still smiling. "Anyway I'm fine. I'll see you at three thirty. I love you." I said and quickly leaned back into the car to peck his cheek lightly, then shut the car door and watched him drive off.
Once the car had gone around the corner, I turned to look at my new school. A large browny-reddish building with other similar-looking buildings added onto it, probably from later renovations. There was a bike and car park on the left hand side of the buildings, and the rest of the front was covered in grass, with picnic benches and trees scattered amongst it all, with a path leading up some steps to the front entrance. The grass area was covered in people
Roses are Red, Violets are Blue: Chapter TwoChapter Two
"This is really delicious, Dad," I remarked, smiling as we all ate dinner at the table. There were still moving boxes with things inside up on the countertops, but he'd unpacked most of our kitchen to enable him to make dinner for us all. That was something I admired about Dad; he always wanted us to be healthy, so he'd make his own food rather than buy takeaways, in any circumstance. Most of the kids in my last school thought that was weird, too, but I think it's pretty cool. It was why I was so slim, I guess, since I'd been fed like that since I was really young and my dad even used to make baby food himself rather than buy it. Tonight he'd made casserole, which was one of both mine and Rayna's favourites. "I love it."
Dad laughed and shrugged slightly, popping a forkful of food into his mouth. "It's alright, I guess "
"Don't be so modest, David " I grinned as I noticed the smug smile he was so desperately trying to hide with the chewing of his food. "Serious
Roses are Red, Violets are Blue: Chapter OneThe first chapter of my own original story, Roses are Red, Violets are Blue. Enjoy.
I sighed, unloading my bags out of the boot of the car as the moving van pulled up behind us. As the men inside the van got out and started to take out the furniture from the back, I wiped at my still slightly tearstained eyes and dropped them down onto the pavement a few moments later.
"I call first dibs on the bedrooms!" Rayna's voice yelled from somewhere behind me, and I felt my sister roughly push me to the side as she made her way quickly from the car to our new home, causing me to stumble slightly before falling down onto the pavement in front of me. It didn't hurt, thank God, but it gave me a little shock and left me slightly dazed and confused as I dusted off my jeans and stood up. As I did so, I looked down and my eyes lingered on the small silver charm bracelet around my right wrist. It belonged to Amber, originally. Her mom had given it to me a few days after Amber died, telling me that i
Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue (Story)Teaser of my newest story
"Come ON it'll be FUN, Vi " Amber squealed, lowering her head down slightly to my ears in order to be heard over the blaring music surrounding us.
"No way, Am. Have you seen how wasted those guys are? Letting them drive us home would be practically begging God to kill us." I said as sternly as I could manage, but a small smile still managed to creep it's way onto my face. I could attempt to be mad at Amber as much as I liked, but she always managed to see right through it. That was why we were best friends she could tell exactly how I was feeling, no matter how hard I tried to hide it. It had it's benefits, but it also had it's disadvantages. One of which being times like right now.
"Hey, that's not fair they're no more drunk than you or me " She pouted, flipping her long dark curls over her shoulder and stumbling slightly as she did so. That was the problem with Amber she had no ability to realise when enough was en
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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