Those people who sit in the same place at the same constantly waiting for a word to be spoken they have nothing to talk about just bland boring conversation the girl at the middle who had everyone's attention both in and out of the group refused to speak the others had angered her and pulled out a side not seen by many she loved them as friends but could not find it in her heart to love them anymore than. As I sit here weighting this story she reads another whilst listening to music her ex sits across hopeful for another chance while she is another wants her attention but makes no move. I loath being here but for a chance with the woman if my dreams I've come to concept that it may not be foretold in our destinee but I will not stop until the very moment she leaves me. The story here is short because there isn't much time I wish to be able to hold her as my own oh hiw I yearn for her love only to not noe how this will end mayhaps I will right again tomorrow but then maybe not maybe my stroke of luck may become better the steely cool atmosphere refuses to be changed and I will not tamper with it lest I be made out to be a fool on this world of confused hormones and studies if nothing else all of my thoughts will come back to you the reader or the story it doesnt matter I love them I'm afraid of them theres nothing I wouldnt do for them. Until tomorrow. Syanora
