Sweet creature

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Sweet Creature | Kai

You deserve to fall in love with someone who loves you passionately back.

You deserve to fall in love with someone who looks at you like you're the only person in the room.

You deserve to fall in love with someone who's afraid of losing you.

You deserve to fall in love with someone who makes reality even better than your books.

You deserve to fall in love with someone who makes your laughter genuine .

You deserve to fall in love with someone who proves to you how wonderful you are.

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Serenity

Nothing is ever as it seems. Sometimes, the things that we face in our lives has a much greater meaning. A meaning that we can't quite fathom until the end. At first, I couldn't make sense of it - I was a child. Ignorant, and astray. I didn't understand that everything has a beginning and an end. Everything. For me - My beginning was that Friday morning. I had been weary for the past couple of days. High school was beginning to take its toll on me, and I dreaded it all. The people, the teachers, everyone. When I woke the dawn sky peeked through my Champaign colored curtains, flaring a series of beautiful colors against my white bed sheets. The mesmerizing sensory gave me just enough strength to get out of bed, and prepare myself for school today. I've made it though this week. I've made it thought being back in a place that I've ran from for so long, but each day was just as awful as the days before it. I lost track of how many times I've uttered the words 'I'm fine', eventually I traded up the words for something more vague. I would now say 'Good, thanks' those words were a little more stern, and made people feel less incline to keep asking me: eventually they did stop. Now, no one questions me on how I'm doing - apart of me can't help but wonder if it's because of my dull answers, but then I remember that it's simply because nobody cares anymore. I was just something to intrude for the moment, something to talk about temporarily  - but now my five seconds of fame has faded, and I've now  fallen into the cracks of being an ordinary teenage girl - and I was completely fine with that. I welcomed the idea of being invisible, because now I could suffer in silence, and not have to answer to anyone - anyone except for the boy with the ice blue eyes, and charming smile. Noah. Everyday for the past few days Noah has invaded me with questions about myself. He was hell bent on 'figuring me out' but I've only ever given him just enough to satisfy him. I was guarded, and he was invasive. We were opposite, but somehow I valued his company over anyone else. He was tolerable, and it always helped that his face was quite literally perfect. Someone like him was unreal - his beauty was enchanting - and I almost envied how flawless he was.

When I arrive downstairs I'm met with an empty home. I sigh sheepishly, before grabbing an apple and heading out the doors and into the thick of it. The sky was covered - it was dark, as if it would rain. It was the weather you hated, but some people often loved it. That's because they've learned to find beauty with in the darkness - of course that's where the most beautiful things lie. Within the darkness, merely hiding its self, like the sun does the clouds. I climb into my car, and in no time I'm speeding down the empty road. 

"So," Noah begins as I take seat beside him. I eye him nervously because the excitement in his voice tells me that something is up with him. He's smiling - it isn't unusual - in fact he's always smiling, but something about this smile makes me anxious. "I was wondering it you wanted to hang out with me, and some of my friends tonight?" He questions, his voice filled with nerves. There it was - the ball drop. Hanging out with him and a bunch of rich, spoiled, entitled kids. One major difference between me and Noah was our home situations. My mother is a single parent, raising a daughter on her own, and grieving over the other. She worked hard, but it was not nearly enough to compete with these kids and their parents. We lived comfortable, but never above what we could afford - Noah was different. His friends were different. They lived without a single worry, money was no object to them. Their parents rewarded them with high end luxury cars, and clothes. They never understood the value of a dollar, and everything came easy to them. They were entitled - and just the type of people I would never associate myself with. Noah was my one and only exception.