When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end. The right thing isn't always real obvious. Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.
(One Year Before)
I'm Atlanta and my mother always told me there's an art in losing yourself. I still haven't figured what that quite means yet. You know that feeling when you can't wait until something you don't want it to happen, happen, and for it to be over. I know..complicated, but that's how my first day of high school pretty much went.
As I drive to school, thinking of my dream from last night I wonder if all stories are like fairy tales, almost running someone over by just thinking. Finding my locker peace of cake but finding my first class a little challenging. When I enter i'm greeted by many eyes staring. Only one of those many eyes grabs my attention but I quickly go back to the world when the teacher asks for my name.
Ms. Hernandez- Welcome! You must be Atlanta.
Atlanta- Uhh yes, yes...
Ms. Hernandez- Okay so you'll be sitting next to Cole, second row on the left.
Atlanta*Goes to the seat next to Cole*
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Dreams
FantasyLike the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars. Death is peaceful, Life is harder. Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of...
