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Name: Elizabeth
Age: 16
Hobbies: Playing the piano; writing.
Stuff I Love: Rainy days, the Harry Potter series, The Eagles, peonies, red camilias, Butterfingers, farris wheels, long walks, softball, X-C, music, andd a lot of other things.
The Friends:
BECCA- i love you so much and i love how the class we both hate brought us together. thank you for being there for me and accepting me for who i am, you know i've ALWAYS got your back.
SAM- you and i have been through a lot (and that's an understatement), but you're one of the few people that i still actually like from middle school. you're hilarious and we can practically read each other's minds and it's scary. i love you so much, and someday, you will be the maid of honor at my wedding. guaranteed.
ABBY- you're amazingly funny and i love you to bits. you're way too sweet and awesome for all the curveballs and bad hands you've recieved in life. i'm always here for you girl.
VENNIE- i just fricking love you. you're the best big sister ever and you give the best advice. i can't believe we met four years ago, i feel like i've known you for forever.
The Special Section:
Nicholas, you are my one and only. you get me and you took the time to. you've shown me what love is supposed to be and i'm forever grateful to you for that. you're my best friend and i can't wait to grow old with you.
That's About It,
G'day Beautiful.
Quotes by burnthisletter
We all want to feel smart, strong, and beautiful. Most of all, we want acceptance.
But I've got news for you, and it probably isn't new: people aren't always going to
give you this, and Lord I know that they'll probably give you just the opposite.
But honey, all that matters at the end of the day is your own judgment.
Because you are beautiful. You are smart. You are strong.
&What
it
comes down to is this.
Do you
want to see, or do you want to
do?
Do you want to watch other people live their lives,
or live yours so dang passionately,
that other people can't help but
watch?
Yeah, when I put it that way, the choice seems easy.
Fact: I'm scared of a lot of things. Other fact: This is totally natural.
Part of being human is experiencing pain, and it's normal to be afraid of it.
But what it comes down to is this:
You can let the world happen to you, or you can happen to the world.
Just the t h o
u g h t of being close to you;
it's
i n c o m p a r a b l e.
Today he calls me and asks me if I want to play the question game.
I said, "Sure."
He said, "You go first."
My question "Why'd you call me?"
His response, "Well, this wasn't how it went in my head, but I wanted to know if you'd be my valentine tomorrow." i♥him.
DON'T YOU EVER SAY NEVER BEAUTIFUL.
{♥]
What you don't
understand
i s;
i'd catch a
grenade for ya>>>
throwmy hand
on a blade for
ya /////////////////////////////
jump in front of
a train for ya
yanno i'd
do
ANYTHING FOR YA
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December
It was one of those cold, dreary days when the sun’s amber rays were turned white by the grey storm clouds that stacked up ominously above. The streets were a dark grey from the rain last night and the grass was the most luscious shade of green. The subtle beauty of the day was ruined though by the giant, hulking moving truck sitting in front of my house. Its obnoxious orange stripe right across the middle of it was almost blinding compared to the grays of the rest of the world. I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a sigh. I wrote ‘help’ on the fogged up window. I scribbled it out quickly when my mom walked into the room.
“Honey, would you go check you and your brother’s room one last time to make sure we didn’t miss anything?”
“Mom, we’ve checked every room in this house a hundred times.”
“Please, just run upstairs and holler down.” She gave me a look.
“Fine.” I sent her back my best, I’m-gonna-smother-your-face-with-a-pillow-until-you-stop-kicking, look.
I stomped up the worn-out wooden stairs I had grown up and fallen down on and had to hold back tears. I checked all of the rooms and finally my own. I sat on the window seat and ran my fingers under the ledge until I found what I was looking for.
It was a crude engraving of a heart that my boyfriend Brian and I had etched the first time he was allowed in my room without one of my parents, or brother, checking in on us every five minutes. I tear ran down my cheek.
“Hannah? Did we forget anything?” My mom called up.
“No.” I replied after a few choked up seconds.
I walked back downstairs and ran my hand along the railing. My dog looked up at me sullenly from the bottom of the stairs.
“It’ll be okay Malcolm. You’re a good boy, the new house has a big backyard where you can run and lay in the sun.” I pat his head, but knew that any words wouldn’t soothe him. He somehow knew in that way dogs have of knowing, that something big was happening.
Should I continue?
Just the t h o
u g h t of being close to you;
it's
i n c o m p a r a b l e.