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FinallyFinallyFinally by Kitty-chan93
The screaming of thousands of fans filled my heart with exciment. I held the guitar with both hands, my heart racing, like a horse, non-stop. I could hear my own breathing over the thousands of yelling fans. The curtains raused and so did the screaming. The lights flashing on and off over us, signifing the start of another great concert. My blood rushed to my hands as I strummed the first few chords of our hit song. The booming bass and screaching guitars blended perfectly with the voice of the fans. I approached the microphone to start singing and smirked in content.
I opened my eyes as my alarm buzzed loudly. "Get your behind out of there" I heard my mom screamed as she slammed the door of my room. I sighed and slammed my fist against the pillow. "Not again" I said sitting down on the edge of the bed, cracking every bone possible. "Ian!" mom yelled. "Coming!" was my equally loud answer. It was all a dream, again. I picked my shirt off the floor and put it on while walking to
This is Not a Happy EventThis is Not a Happy EventThis is Not a Happy Event by Kitty-chan93
The slamming doors and distant word-bombs marked the start of another everyday hatred concert in my house. "Don't you dare touch me young lady" my mother yelled at Catty, my older sister, whom had a constant, everyday fight with my mother for as long as I have memory. "Whatever" I heard Catty yell, stomping her way up-stairs. "Go rot in your grave woman" Catty said, slamming her door, signifing that her part in this concert was over. "Young man get down here" my father's voice boomed inside and through the house. "What you want?" Steven yelled back at him. "Get down here" dad responded and Steven answered with a word-bomb and that way they kept it, Steven said one, then dad said another.
At all this I'm in my room, under the covers, trying to drown the sounds of war and creating my own little world. After a few more minutes I felt like I was listening to some heavy metal rock band. Everything quiet down as soon as I closed my eyes to sleep. It always did, as i
I Should've ListenI Should've ListenI Should've Listen by Kitty-chan93
I collapsed on my bed and grabbed my hair asif I were to pull it all in one simple tug. Which was what I wanted to do at the moment. How could I let this happen? Suddenly a whole weight of guilty, regret and nasuea washed over me, I was starting to get sick. "Listen to me" my mom's voice appeared in my head, like a ghost of some sort, hunting me and making feel even worst than I already did, reminding me of my mistake and my curse. "Mom, please, nothing's gonna happen, I know what I'm doing" was my simple reply to her long lecture a couple days ago.
From tears it turned into sobs, quiet ones. "Just drink it" my friend's voice entering the conversation in my brain, if one can even call it that. "I would preffer if you didn't go" my mom's voice kept at it, like a broken record of our past converstation. "Oh please mom, what's the worst that can happen?" if only I knew back then.
My quiet sobs turned into heart-thearing screams of pain, pulling my heart, conf
The List Of So Called Friends1-Loreta XThe List Of So Called Friends by Kitty-chan93
2- Richard X
3- Stuart X
4- Casie X
5- Raul X
6- Laura X
7- Liz X
8- Princeton X
... and the rest. An endless list of "friends". It was my party and I was deciding who to invite, but as you could see it wasn't as easy as you think. 78 names later and no such luck. I skipped to the end of the list.
He was nice, cute and simple. I remember the day I met him, I was crying near the Cafe at the mall, I had realized I couldn't trust on my so called friends (for reference see the list above). He came out of his work place and sat beside. "Harsh reality huh?" he said smiling. "What do you know?" I asked between sobs, "more than you think actually". As words sinked in I realize why he said it. Me and my group had always made fun of him, because he was different and well, weird. Not until this day did I knew the difference. He went to the Cafe were he worked at and brought me cookies, later he took me to the movies. We saw the childish movie there was but it cheered me