

Dream to Make Believe Chap. 2Chapter TwoDream to Make Believe Chap. 2
Senior Year Blues
I groaned and rolled over in bed. What was that heinous screeching noise? Oh yeah. My alarm clock. I quickly jumped out of bed and shut it off before it woke up my mother. I yawned and went and got back in bed. My eyes were just drifting shut again when I remembered why my alarm had been set in the first place. Today was the first day of senior year. It was the year I had been looking forward to since well freshman year.
I rolled myself back out of bed and across the room to my closet. I pulled some clothes off the hangers before dragging my butt to the bathroom. Turnin


End of Life, Beginning...End of Life, Beginning of EternityEnd of Life, Beginning...
I shuffled through the papers on my desk just to give my hands something to do. I was nervous and anxious, waiting for the sun to go down. Tonight was the night I would tell him.
I set the papers down and crossed the room to sit on my bed. My window faced west so I could watch as the sun sunk slowly inch by inch from the sky. Finally it disappeared behind the mountains and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. He would be here any moment.
My hands started to shake. I looked


A Moment Suspended in TimeA Moment Suspended in TimeA Moment Suspended in Time
You know how everyone is already going on about how when they kiss that special someone it’s like time stops? Well I know for a fact that it is true. It happened when we were watching a movie. It’s funny how I can’t even remember what the movie was about. There we sat side-by-side. His arm was around me, holding me close to his side. It made me nervous being this close, but slowly I relaxed and let myself lean into him. &nbs
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