The day you always waited for you get to meet Luke ..............

Skye Noelle. That's what her mother named her. She thought it sounded badass. Through all her life, her name was the only special thing about her. Well, not anymore. Now there was more, so much more. But she didn't want it. She was perfectly okay with being ordinary; she thought special was overrated anyways. All she wanted was to get back to her boring old life. But that wasn't happening. HE wouldn't let her. He, well, he was special too... but in a different way. Skye wasn't sure how different, but she knew he was special enough to know about her... gift? No. Curse. Yeah, that would be more fitting. Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2015 Liz_Vega

There was a body in a casket, Stiff and still, The man inside the casket had no pulse or never will, My mother stood by there for five whole minutes, She whispered theses words I will never forget, I will always love you, I knew she saw her life go away, He was her world that she just said goodbye, A room full of people who could care less, Along with the man and his famous index cards, We head outside to see a piece of wood that means more than words could, However his name is misspelled, Damn the man with his famous index cards with in hands reach, Here the man in the casket was once was the father of a girl who I no longer am, He is a father of a girl who always wears a smile not one who is on the verge of A mental brake-down, He is a father of another family, One with a mother who is the reason they came up with the word sunshine, The girl with the younger sister who she looks out for, Not a younger sister who looks out for the older one, His body is now in the ground that has a plank over the spot, A name that is not my fathers because the story has changed, A family with no father, A mother who they created the word deppesion for, A older sister who is a child at most, A girl who is stronger than both, This time his name read off Edggar Finch, A guy who I never knew, My father was named Edgar Finch they most of had the wrong name. See for yourself it's all a cruel joke, Until I remember the body I saw in the casket, They had the right person just the wrong name.

This is a fanfic about Luke Friend! Enjoy:) x

Sandra Byrne is a 20 year-old ordinary girl who grew up without a dad. But that’s not what her story is all about. It’s about how she waited for someone from her past. From 10 years ago, to come back. It was her childhood best friend, Niall Horan. But could Niall still remember her after all these years? edited by: @LizMarielyVega Isn't she amaZAYN?! HAHAHAHA xxx (◕‿◕✿) Copyright © 2013 SimplyRuthie Please follow me on twitter - @ruthklarizzamae :) I follow back just say so. :) Thanks.

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