Poetry and Phone calls

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After breakfast, you went to your bedroom. You pulled out a notebook, and a F/C pencil. You had a secret love for poetry, and you never told anyone. Most of the poetry you wrote was sad, but oh well. You started writing anyway.

(This actually is a poem I wrote I thought of it the other day.)

Hail to the Angel's above
Hail to the demons below
Ignore the one girl
Sitting in the corner
Face buried in her knees
With nothing to show
She goes home
To her screaming family
No one can read her
So she lives unhappily
Shivers in the thin blankets
Her father provided her with
She doesn't have much
So there's nothing for her to miss
Same black hoodie
She wears everyday
It's all she has
But she still silently prays
Hides in the back of the class
Stay away from her
She wants to be alone
Wishing she weren't who she were
She fights through this battle
Until she finishes the war
So she doesn't have to run
Or hide anymore
She finished like a soldier
But it was too soon
She ended it all
While looking at the moon
The scars on her back
Are replaced with wings
No longer a puppet
She cuts off all her strings
She is gone
But she is free
And she'll spend the afterlife
By the shimmering sea
Where the chains that held her
Granted her release
An angel soldier

You stared at your new poem. At the top of the notebook page, you wrote,

ANGEL SOLDIER

You then grabbed some white socks, and F/C converse, then head out the door. You see, before you arrived at Edds house, you applied for a poetry job, where all you had to do was write poetry, turn it in on time, sell it, and get 30% of the money earned from it. You were slowly gaining popularity, but didn't know it.

You arrived at the building, and you were greeted by Alex, the desk lady. You two had a small chat, after you turned in your paper. Walking back home, you start to feel a little chilly. You rub your arms, and kept walking.

Tord's P.O.V.

That wretched girl. I can't believe she knows I'm the Red Leader! Why, why, why! How is my luck this bad?! If I start looking for my giant robot now, she'll start to get suspicious! The others don't know, and she's out right now. I'll have to-

No, it's too early. It's not ready yet. Just a little more time! But how can I get her out of the way?

Maybe... maybe I could kidnap her? I couldn't do it myself. I'd have to have some of my soldiers do it. Two, not one. She's a skilled fighter. Not much for muscle though. Unless there's more to her than what meets they eye? Maybe.

I'll have to do it. It's my best shot.

Ring...
Ring...
R-

"Hello?"

"Paul? It's Tord. Listen, I got a job for you and Patryk."

"Sure boss, what do you need us to do?"

"Theres a girl here, Y/N. She knows I'm the Red Leader. I need you to find her, and kidnap her."

"Alright boss. I can go on my own. Patryk found a spider, and is trying to kill it."

"No, both of you go. Forget the stupid spider. Y/N is a very talented fighter, and if only one of you goes, you'll probably lose. Bring Patryk. I want her at the base by tomorrow morning, or I'll kill you both."

"Yes sir!"

Click.

Don't worry, Y/N. I'll make sure your safe. Inside a cell for the rest of your life!

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