I had trouble rhyming when I was younger. I wasn't so great at school, I wasn't too great at being practical. All I knew was how to be myself. Last year, I lost that only part of me that really belonged to me, and I had nothing but paper to express myself with. Late nights writing about fucking cruel feelings, and now I'm finally ready to share them. This is going to be so active you can barely keep up. Or can you? #1 on quickbooks #1 on wordy #38 on new #2 on ominous #1 on something else I can't quite remember... give it a try

a collection of my poems, ever growing, ever changing

hi, this is literally an extract from my other story the inheritance games - a day in the life, so if you've read that one there's no point in this one. this is slightly controversial: an obstacle in jameson and avery's relationship. because it's taken from the day in a life story, it is written in two pov's: you can choose one to read but would be better to read both.

a day in the life of nine different characters choose which character you want to follow and enjoy!!! #1 in a day in the life