Will love ever find the way to a girl who's too afraid of getting her heart broken by the school bad boy? Or to the girl who has put walls up around her heart afraid of being hurt again? How could you know if you don't try? Always remember, you cant fly, without falling <3

This will be about me and my imagination.

" I don't need to write a paragraph comparing your eyes to stars, or string together sentences about how your touch makes me shiver. Our love was poetic before I scribbled one stupid messy word down about you, I loved you with every bone in my body, and if that isn't poetic, I don't know what is." I screamed.

Billy was always a nice guy. But he never really had any friends, had many enemys, and always had to take the tough way out. He never desevered, nor choose the following events of his life, but God seemed to sure as hell do it for him. And that my readers, is how a killer is born.