Chapter 24: Santana's Rhyme

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Sparks are flying in the air, Across the room a empty chair. An emptiness of what could of been, a mother watching her daughter sing. We are singing about paradise, But your not by the dashboard light. You're up in the sky with the angel of love, You travelled there on a snow white dove. This is how I feel every time I sing, And every time I'll ever sing...

Forgive me this time, I'm trying my best, for once I'm not writing this in my night vest. Well it is night, I'm just not dressed, and I'm being deprived of a descent rest.

Don't worry, it's not because of you. I am literally living in a zoo. Where crying and wining are all the rage, and I'm living in a blood filled cage.

Whilst I am listening to Whitney, I am being helped by Brittany. My personal spell check and keeping me a clam wreak. I don't like this work, I'm about to loose it, we should be making sweet love to The Sound Of Music. Yeah it's a thing... At least I hope it's a thing, anyways, sorry for this slow rhythm moving, Brittany's in the bathroom pooing.

The reason why I'm writing so long, and not singing a song, is because you told me I had to! I'm also doing Maths for Mr McLoo.

Even though I open up to you, you chuck me around like I'm a old shoe. Worthless, Useless, like I belong in a zoo... You make me cry when I close my eyes, and make fun of me because I'm not so wise.

I've learnt nothing from this, it's not worth it, I should throw it in the fire, you deserve it! But as it's a leap year and my girls fill me with cheer, I'll show this to a counsellor, so they can feel all of my fear.

When baby grows I'll be slow, I won't even be in your time zone. Don't ask about that, it's a long story. Even though it's not boring. I'd still rather be drawing.

It's leap year day so I'm gonna leap to bed, where I rest my head, and have incredible sex. Well, until Maria's nappy is wet. That said, I will end this and rest.

Until you see this on a banner, this is from nobody's friend

Santana.

29/2/16 English assessment. By Santana Diabla Lopez.



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