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There is a little story I would like to tell you but this story isn't what you will be expecting. This story doesn't not have a happy ending this story is about a girl named Lexy. She always dressed in dark clothing and wore dark makeup; she was beautiful, amazing, sweet, kind, funny, and different.
But the kids in school didn't see her like that they saw her as a freak, a loser, an outcast. She had the longest hair and the prettiest eyes they were bluish green and when the sun hit them just right they looked amazing. But you see she was in my English class and I would be the only to talk to her, she told me her dreams of being a famous writer and singer.
But since I was a jock my dreams were obvious but she listened to me anyway. When she smiled it seemed as if the world stopped and freeze in that moment. What you don't know is that I had fallen in love with her, but she was bullied harshly and unfairly why didn't I stop it?
That's a good question that I wish I could
Him: I love you
Me: Lies, you never cared about me
Him: I miss us we had so much in common
Me: We had nothing in common and I don't miss us at all
Him: You know you want me, don't lie
Me: I want you gone
Him: You love me say it!
Me: I don't love you .I HATE you
Him: you mean so much you're the only girl for me
Me: you mean shit to me and yea you tell EVERY girl that
Him: You can't walk away from me
Me: watch me, I'm done leave me alone
Him: I don't believe you ..
Me: goodbye I'm glad you can't screw me over anymore, do me a favor and forget me FOREVER.
~walks away with a smile on my face feeling free~
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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