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Chapter 3:            It’s Monday now and I still feel like my head is in space. I just can’t get the image of Maybell out of my head, her and everything that happened. I want to ask her. But how do I ask her? Aughh! I’m acting like a moron. Plus why do I care so much. Whatever she does is no concern to me; but still I Can’t stop thinking of her. “Hey Jack, are you okay?” “Ahhh! Remi you scared me!” Remi she is a childhood friend of mine. She has always been there to help me through all the hard times of my life. She’s kind of like an older sister I guess. “Hehe well i

Where is home? Chapter 2: What am I going to do? As the double doors swung open my mouth dropped open, as I felt like a dark cloud had rolled over my head. I look at his face and it seemed to be as stunned as what I felt. "Do you two now each other?" asked Father Raenef as he looked back and forth between the mysterious many and myself. "NO! Why would I know this, this person?" we both said as our voices overlapped and echoed through the room. The man walked over to where both father and I were sitting and took a seat next to Father Raenef. I pout and ask father, "So, when is my guard getting here so we can begin talking over the detai

Chapter: 2 Everyone saw a smile but I saw tears       It was May 12th, Maybell's 15th birthday. I felt excited as I found myself at the church. She walked in with a beautiful white dress which looked holy. The bottom half was cover by a vale like material, underneath that, was a layer of white silky material. She looked especially beautiful, a mix of a holy princess and a pure angle.       As she walked toward the entrance, I crossed over to it. All I was able to say was, "WOW." It all seemed like a lie, from begging to end. Though it was exciting to see it all happened and I know she felt that way too. Once it was over, every one scatte

Chapter: 1 How I met the Lonely Girl Once upon a time, in a small town lived a girl named Maybell. She lived in a warm happy family, were she smiled and acted properly. Yet, underneath that laid a girl who wanted to come out of her cage. I was just someone who tried but couldn't help. My name was Jack and I was a regular guy who had turned 15 before I met her. She was a transfer student; she had amazing long, black radiant hair. When she introduced herself she sounded like an angel that fell to earth and was adopted by a sophisticated family. Right from the start she got top grades and the highest of praises from the teachers but there was

1) To stuff my bra in hopes that you'll see me tonight 2) To dry the tears from my eyes when you don't 3) To blow my nose and try again tomorrow 4) To keep in my pocket just in case 5) To dab my lipstick before our date 6) To fix my mascara after you say you love me 7) To clean my glasses and see the truth on your collar 8) To wipe the crap off of your lips when you swear I'm the only one 9) To use every roll to cover your house in blankets of white 10) To replace the toilet paper I wasted on you

And in this dark harvest of season My life has completely lost reason, For which or against to decide. All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide In sadness and in kindness In light and in darkness. In a boat made of hope I shall sail to tomorrow, In a winding hurricane Made of treachery and sorrow. There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear... Piercing, slashing though my head. Starting somewhere in heaven, Ending somewhere in hell. Fighting, burning, crying, crashing. Are the armies within. In my head they are all thrashing. On the heaven's and hell's whim. To be light or to be darkness. A perpetual array. It's not merely my choi