'Moment are called moments for they do not last'
Gazing longingly at the mooon once more before she relunctantly closes the balcony doors. Shuffling around piles of miscelaneous items before seating herself at a clustered desk. Hesitating breifly as she adjusted herself to a more comfortable position, then it happened, her pen began it's gracious dance across parchment as if it as a correographed routine. Endless words were the effects of the collision between ink and paper. It seemed as though only seconds ago she started, as an exceedingly content A.J arose from her seating. Analyzing her newest poem for any of the few spelling errors she consistantly makes. ooking at the clock overhead she decided it was best to go to bed. Pulling back the comforters as she dived into her bed. A.J layed upon the bed relaying the memories of her past imagining different altercations to make them better.Closing her aching eyes too tired to keep them open much longer but only seconds later they flew open as A.J tucked a book beneath her pillow.She sang a sleepy melody before dozing peacefully off to a dreamless sleep.
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Someone To Remember
Teen FictionA.J wasn't like all the other girls out there. She was one of a kind. Though only i ever saw she was a good kind of different. She was -is still- beautiful. She had these peircing brown eyes and skin to match. Brilliant, i had called her about ever...
