Survey Quotes

School President
Jane Hunter and Mallen Eners.
 First started as a battle to see who was going to win the president election of their school.
Until they realized that they needed each other much more than that.
However, there is a single rule for this election that they both agreed to follow.
"Don't hate the player, hate the game."
"I hate you," he shouted, seeing the smirk tugging at the end of her lips. "You did me wrong, you used me, you instigated the anger within me, you made me look like a fool, you grabbed me and tossed me aside like some toy, I hate everything about you."
When he began marching towards her with his shoulder broadened, his teeth gritted savagely, that was when the smirk on her face finally dropped, fear settling in. They were alone in this room, and he could barely control himself.
He grabbed her waist and slammed her against the wall behind her, his palms pressed against the wall above her head. She caught her breath, but stayed silent, her nails scrapping the wall behind her.
 He avoided her gaze.
"I hate your long light brown hair that runs all along your back. I hate your green eyes that changes to blue in heavy lighting. I hate the way you have one side of your lip that is higher than the other when you smile. I hate the way you always lean on one leg when you stand, your hands in your pocket. I hate how you always know what to say. I hate how you always put your hair up in a bun. I hate your hands start trembling when your nervous, and you try to hide it. I hate how you never lotion your skin, and your hands are always cold-"
"Then why do you notice all that if you hate me so much," she muttered.
He paused for a moment, finally meeting her gaze. With all he had said, it was a shocking moment when she saw him lean forward, connecting his lips with hers as he gripped her jaw tightly, not allowing her to get away from his grasp. 
But she did not pull away either.



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"lets be realistic," he said with a scoff.

was being realistic.

Yes, my reality was to spend the rest of my life with you.

Yes, my
reality was to grasp your face and connect our lips in a white dress.

Yes, my reality was to hold your hand as my fingers dug within your flesh as the doctors yelled for me to push.

Yes, my r
eality was to help you wash your gray short hair and tease each other about our wrinkles.

my reality was to stare at grandchildren as we reminisced about our lives.

You wer
e my reality, and I was being realistic.

"you're right," I mumbled in agreement, "i need to be realistic."

was being realistic.
"Getting there is half the fun."
“The journey is the reward”
“To travel hopefully is a better thing than to
arrive” (Hope and anticipation are often
better than reality).
spread love
and positivity

If the weapon is your love, I got my
hands up. If you're gonna take me
down, I surrender.
Those who can't have you hate you,
those who have you can't handle you,
those who abuse you lose you, & then
here are those like me who just can't refuse
couldn't hear the thunder
but i heard your heart race
couldn't see the rain, we're too busy making hurricanes

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