swaggyiergirl

British: “Oh I’m sorry Excuse me.”

Americans: “Get the F*ck out of my way!”

STUPID

Unnecessary

Immortal

Cruel

Irresistible

Dumb

Exists

Don’t do it.

©swaggyiergirl

Chapter 1

 

Daisy awoke to a gorgeous day. The Sun shining, Birds Chirping a lovely tune. Nothing would go wrong today. She got up and decided she should make breakfast for her mother today. She went downstairs and made some scrambled eggs and toast. Then she noticed the time, that said 12:00PM. She new something was wrong. Her mother always woke up at Nine o'clock. She ran up the stairs to her Mother's room. She slinged the door open, just to see her mother on the floor. She ran to her body, who had holes, that looked as if they came from a blade. She picked up the phone and dialed 911. "Hello this is 911, what is your emergency?" the feamale operater asked.
"My my Mom, she is dead! She has been murdered!" "I'm terribly sorry. I have the police and ambulance on there way. Is there any infected place of the body?" she asked. "Umm yes, I think its either from a knife or a gun." I replied. "Okay," she began. "The police should be there anytime."  "Thanks so much." I replied very cold. I ran downstairs and out the frontdoor so I could wait for the police. Then I heard sirons, and before I knew it, they were there.
(Stay tuned)




 

Girls

Are like apples

On trees. The best ones

Are at the top of the tree.

The boys don't want to reach

For the good ones because they

Are afraid of falling and getting hurt.

 Instead, they just get the rotten apples

From the ground that aren't as good,

But easy. So the apples at the top think

Something is wrong with them, when in

Reality, they're amazing. They just

Have to wait for the right boy to

Come along, the one who's

Brave enough to

Climb all

The way

To the top

Of the tree