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In the beginning, I never would have guessed his true personality. I flinch now, just thinking of it. The hard slaps, pushes... All those nights staying up screaming at each other. I shudder, trying to forget those hateful words. I want to love him again. I really do. But I just don't think...I don't think that's possible.
It was so dull, sitting in that stupid classroom listening to the stupid 80 year old teacher drone on and on about her stupid life and all of the stupid things in English. Ugh, I couldn't stand that subject. I rolled my eyes and wished fervently I was somewhere else. Anywhere else. I swear to God, I would be an angel for my mother if I didn't have to go to this horrid school.
In the spring, everything seems so new. I know its cliche, but even love seems to blossom. I feel so much flirtier, does that only apply to me? It might be that Valentine's Day has just passed, I don't know. I just know that I need a boyfriend. I need a life, something to do with this daggone love!!
I can't normally think of a setting other than my hometown. I don't want to offend people of the setting I choose, so I normally am very vague about this. This makes writing hard, and even more difficult when people say, "Hey! I like this! Where is the setting?".
I warned her not to go in there. I honestly did. So hearing those screams, the blood spattering against the walls and floors? That was hard. Really hard. But I couldn't go back in there. I couldn't end up slaughtered, like my father before me. It was sheer stupidity to even have the slightest idea of going in there once you knew what the room held.
She was living on the edge. Her dark, glossy hair was pulled up in a high and messy bun, her clothes were spattered with paint as she held a paint brush. He wanted to grab her up and whisper things in her ear that would curl her toes. He wanted to kiss her, passion bursting, and show her what love could be like; the edge.