A need for inspiration.

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Scrunching up another piece of paper I threw it, landing in the pile of unorganized and scattered paper. Releasing a frustrated sigh, I ran my fingers through my hair. Breathing in, I decided to let my mind wander, see what it could possibly pick up for inspiration.

''You don't seem to care about us anymore, God I can't believe I called you  my friend.'' Rolling my eyes at the memory, I remembered the girl; Bianca, wander what good jealously did to her. Picking another corner of my memories I smiled, these were the ones, her most prized and important memories.

She watched as she playfully ignored Carter causing him to attack her in tickles, she remembered the slight difficulty she had breathing as he quickly stopped and surrounded her with questions of concern, of course, she had to answer; she couldn't spend a day without talking to her best friend even if she tried her hardest to.

''Cause if the whole world was watching, I'd still dance with you....'' She remembered the time Zach had sung that song for her. A soft hint of red covered both her cheeks as she relived the whole moment.

The sunset, the song, the boy. . . everything was perfect. He had planned the whole day for her, made her stomach swarm with butterflies, and her heartbeat go skyrocket high. At the end of the day, they went to the beach, hand-in-hand with goofy smiles plastered on their faces.

Shaking her head, she knew exactly what she was going to write.

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