I love sushi! And I'm 12...yepp...can't believe it ....well you shood!
Every thing I do makes the world go round'
Hmm..maybe not...oh well..I am a beginner at writing..yeah...I am so cool...but then again I'm not I'm more of a weird than I am of a cool...okaay im me if ya wanna luvya byee!..I'm single too!lol
I'm here...talking to Luke.
I ask where he is going tonight.
His friend clay..we'll he says me and luke should get together.
But he likes my friend.
Should me and clay get together?
Should this really happen?
I gave him my number.
Was it a good decision.
He says he is tall..
He says he is funny.
I like that in my guy.
But I'm not desperate.
Its just new to me..that's all
Clay..
Saying it over and over..his name brings me true blue loveee
what is the meaning of love>3
flirting is step one,
holding you close to his,
smoothies in the summer,
walking along the beach,
spring partys to go to,
and then comes the prom.
love is a mystery...
but for the true lovers...
are you ready?
School is more than education.
School is more than hanging out at the table.
School is more of drama.
School can be a jungle of kids.
Kids act like they are an item.
Items aren't real things.
Students are pupils.
Pupils are what we see the drama with.
And drama is the subject I am most interested in.
Popular....
This topic is realted to life every where.
At my school....popular is hollister.
Abercrombie.
Aerie.
Roxy.
Pac sun.
And everything in between.
You see I love this red head and he is soooo cute.
But popular gets in the way. His ex..eww she is one of my kinda
friends
But...life as we know it..he still likes her. It kills me to see
them talking or flirting.
I know we have so much in common.
Why doesn't he feel the way he used to?!
Your photo frame is left on my shelf.
Your picture has a coffee stain upon it.
The crack in the glass is almost spreading.
I see the picture.
But its not you.
Your alive right?
I don't know because your fighting for our lives right?
You love us...your family with all your might?
You would hold us close if you were here.
(A month later)
Your photo frame has fallen.
Your picture is torn.
You can't hold us close even if you wanted to.
Your dead.
You've died.
But us? What about us?
I told you to not go.
I told you to never leave!
Why didn't you listen...to the words of plea.
We loved you.
But since your gone.
We have no one to love.
We will hold eachother close.
Me.
Your son.
And your new born.
How could you.
The night before.....we said our last words.
I didn't say I love you.
I said on the phone that you were a disgrace.
I'm sorry.
You were right.
(Right then and there. She killed herself and her children. It was a tragedy. Come back from iraq. We all love you.)