zombielove
Make your own statement. Take you own stand be original. That's all you need to remember to become successful && be a good person.
I see the chocolate in the corner of the room, trying to tempt me. It looks so good! Unfortunately, it's dark chocolate, you know what they say about it, it's the meanest of the three (white, milk, and dark) hence the name. It ALWAYS bites back, but it's so good! Sigh. Oh well. I walk over to the chocolate and...
"NO!" I screamed as my brother took the knife to his throat. "YOURE ALL IVE GOT!!" I said as he fell back, and suddenly, I was the only thing breathiing in the room.
I know I'm a wrench, but you haven't heard my story. My parents are dead and now I'm on the move, just me and my little sis, who has cancer.
I hear the little girls breaths slow and die. What is this sticky substance on my hands coming from the girl's shirt? No lights, so how should I know? Who is this little girl? Now other then my now dead little sister, Holly. Thanks, Dad. You made me cry for the first time. Ever.