Story's makes you naive
Being naive is dangerous
It's deadly
Because you can't tell if what you're seeing or what you believe is happening true or not.
It plays tricks.
When you're hoping for something and you're so blinded that you don't believe it's an act.
They are different
Real and fake
Can you tell?
Or have you forgotten
Real kills you, disappoints you
Fake is just as dangerous
It gives you hope.
When hope is high
Your hearts on your sleeves
Some choose to cut them off
Others look for comfort in winter nights
It's being unrealistic
It's being human
We can't help it
We don't see the clues
They over lap each other
We are blind
It's the naive talking
Can you hear
It's calling your name- extract from Zahra foster diary
-(own) /extremely stupid thing written
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I kept staring at my reflection. Criticizing every single part of my body. There were flaws but a bit of what I hoped would be okayish looking. Did I look different from the last time he saw me? I don't think so. Maybe I grew a inch but I'm sure there's nothing else right? Wait... Did my nose get sharper?
Agh I just need to chill out, I'm sure he won't notice. Obviously he won't notice, his too loved up with his girlfriend to notice any other girl, let alone one thats seem like a sister to him. I really wanted to punch the mirror now.
Just breath. I've been up here for too long now. I don't think I'll leave. My room was spotless, even better than when Parker pulled the Prank.
I think I jinxed it. Yes I know I jinxed it because 10 minutes later lexi sent me a message saying she's here. I peeked through my window and sure enough I saw a glimpse of her mom's car riding off.
I dreaded going down the stairs, but I did anyway and found lexi talking to my dad at the door. They laughed at something and I felt a little cold feeling going through my fingers.
"Hey Lexington" I waved and went to go hug her. "Grant's here" I whispered silently into her ear so my dad couldn't hear.
Her eyes went wide before she played it off easily. Obviously lexi knew.
"so anyway mister R. What you got planned today." my dad away had something planned so we could spend our family time together, or at least for the morning/ afternoon hours. He didn't mind if others tagged along and Lexi almost always tagged with.
"might just do a hiking trail, we haven't done those in a while" he stoked his chin giving a bit of thought to the subject while I groaned at him
"and with good reason, don't you think" they laughed at me and I held back the eye roll.
"come on Zehraz it'll be fun." I lifted an eyebrow. She must be having memory problems. Dad agreed with her. Yip, they both must be having memory problems, I wonder when they hit their heads. As they continued talking we slowly made our way back to the kitchen.
Oh boy, the kitchen was in such a mess. The only on who did not have floured covered clothing were lucus, and even then his face had a flour handprint. The rest of them all looked crazy, with Parker being the worst of the bunch but not by much. The entire kitchen was covered in flour.
"Great the boys thought it was a good idea to make pancakes again" you could hear the sarcasm laced in Lexis tone. I busted out laughing. They all looked rediculous. Dad pinched the bridge of his nose. You can't leave all of them in the same room for two minutes before things like this happens.
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Just Leave
Teen FictionA seventeen year old named Zahra Foster thought the year would be great, after all it always seems like that after new years, you get a new start. But growing up with five older brothers and a dad who still have that inner child in him you don't re...
