Should I tell my sister all of this? Should I not tell her?! I won't tell her, it's embarrassing. After all, I'm just a 17 y.o., soon 18, and I will have finished school. I will tell her after I have finished it. But it'll seem like forever...
Ugh. I want to be with him now. How did I manage to live up until now?
I sat at my desk and started doing some homework. Essays never bothered me anyway, I always let it go when I write on paper, and make sure to make my opinion clearly , it's time to see what I can do, to test the limits and break through! No right, no wrong, no rules for me! I'm free!
My power flurries through the air into the ground!
I dance with my pen on the paper and write the words.
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around!
Everyone can hear me, but I must finish this essay. I can't do it without singing.
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast!
- Arthur -
"I thought she was trying to keep her voice for the big concert. Why is she singing?" Jimmy asked, staring at her, letting the window in my room open so he can hear her better and make all of us freeze.
"Rehearsing. For the big concert" I answered, bored because I couldn't be in the same room as her and hear her singing from the front seats.
- Mary -
I'm never going back! The past is in the past! LET IT GOO! LET IT GOO~! AND I"LL RISE LIKE THE BREAK OF DAWN!! LET IT GO, LET IT GOO! The perfect girl is gone... Here I stand, in the light of day! LET THE STORM RAGE ON! Essays never bothered me anyway.
- Arthur -
"What was the last thing she said before she fell from the chair?"
"Wasn't it the cold never bothered me anyway?"
"No, it was something starting with 'E'"
Essays. I bet it.
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Arthur & Mary
RomanceShe changed schools. There's a guy playing her favorite song at the piano. She asks him to teach her how to play. He smelled like lemons. She had red October leaves in her hair. Will they tomorrow as well? A love story in a high school in America...
