shyecrivaine
I am not the most educated person but I know when I'm being mislead. I know when someone says something that cannot be true. You don't have to be educated. You can see it in their eyes. The way their hands twitch. The reddening of their ears. I am not educated in lie detecting but I see them all the time.
Super white and pearly, her teeth shown. They glowed in through the crowd of headbangers and partiers throwing themselves toward the stage. She was intoxicating. Bright and brilliant. She moved like a belly dancer, twirling her hips and throwing her hands up above her long black hair.
I don't want it. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Your pity, your pretend concern are wasted. So just leave. Don't treat me like a kid. Don't make me look weak. Besides, this isn't anything you could do. I don't need your help.
Affairs of the night. My first thought is batman. I've always liked the dark knight, the caped cruisader. Because he's batman! And Robin? Don't get me started! I love him more than any superhero. Together they break affairs between bad guys and crush the dreams of world domination. My heroes.
Before you press that button, I have to know. What made you choose me? What made you say yes? It all has to happen before. Because what comes after is the text. The text that tells me you can't be with me. That you're sorry. Well, I don't accept your apology. And I never will. Don't leave before you tell me though, why?
Monti didn't understand the hurt she could feel. She didn't know why the burning eyes of mortals should torture her so. But here they were. The judge took his seat. The jury whispered back and forth inappropriately. The crowd was loaded and ready to burst. Peter smirked from the back of the room. She was here. She was about to burn for being a witch.
Where do I begin? In the middle sounds good. So there we were sitting side by side in class. Desks pushed up together... I've never been this close before and I couldn't help taking in the smell of cologne. It was toxic. I had been addicted to that smell since our story began.
I claim to be shy but that's slowly slipping. And I'll admit, it's sad. I liked being the shy kid. It gave me a mark, a personality. What am I now? A slightly socially awkward kid. I feel more alone than ever. But that's why we shouldn't make claims toward stereotypes. We'll just get stuck in the rut they create.
Despite knowing him for years, I know nothing about him. The cool guy, sitting in the back of the room with glasses. We met in junior high and since have only talked about anything no personal. He'd tell me about politics or sports but never his opinions. I'd steal his sunglasses and we'd tell jokes. I don't even know about his family.
I love getting together. With friends, relatives but especially with special someones. Sadly, I've never gotten together with anyone special. Never been on a date, or even asked out. But I still dream of being together. That's all I want. I want to always be together. And I want someone to want that too.
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