Hi, I’m Rayne White, and te just got a free pass to my inner thoughts, and things going on at the moment. I’m seventeen, hyper, and gay. I’m incredibly sexy with my ice blue eyes, and my long black hair. I’m around 5’9”.
I have a best friend, her name is Lilah Devins. She is like my fag hag. Lilah is a bitch, but I Amore her anyway. She has long brown hair and brown eyes. Lilah is Friends with most of the gay guys at school, which is all good and well, but she was Friends with my nemesis, Remy Clarke.
Remy Clarke had tormented me since kindergarten. Lilah wouldn’t have me saying I didn’t like him though. She kept telling me ‘If te would just give him a chance, te may like him.’ Yeah girly, that’s a load of bullshit.
There was no one on this earth that I hated more. I sighed, and looked over at the scrivania, reception beside mine. Lilah was looking at me with a smirk on her face.
“What?” I asked glancing down at myself to make sure I hadn’t put on a camicia inside-out. I couldn’t count the number of times I had done that, and she hadn’t told me, only to watch me be teased da Remy later.
“You‘re going to hate me,” she grinned. cagna what the fuck did te do? “Why?” “Let’s just say it involves Friday night-tomorrow-and Remy,” Oh no, hell no. If this cagna though-”And te have to come. If te don’t I will be depressed and go insane…Then I may kill you,” Lilah looked at me seriously. “Oh! Accidentally of course.”
“Riiiiight…So what exactly is the big idea?” I asked. Sure I was being forced to go to her house tomorrow, but why?
“Don’t ask, don’t tell,” Lilah winked at me and turned around, pretending to pay attention to the woman at the front of the classroom.
“Conniving bitch,” I muttered watching her. I saw her lip quirk up at the corner. That’s when I rolled my eyes, and laid my head down on my desk. Time for a nap, sleep does wonder for the brain…Or so I hear…
I have a best friend, her name is Lilah Devins. She is like my fag hag. Lilah is a bitch, but I Amore her anyway. She has long brown hair and brown eyes. Lilah is Friends with most of the gay guys at school, which is all good and well, but she was Friends with my nemesis, Remy Clarke.
Remy Clarke had tormented me since kindergarten. Lilah wouldn’t have me saying I didn’t like him though. She kept telling me ‘If te would just give him a chance, te may like him.’ Yeah girly, that’s a load of bullshit.
There was no one on this earth that I hated more. I sighed, and looked over at the scrivania, reception beside mine. Lilah was looking at me with a smirk on her face.
“What?” I asked glancing down at myself to make sure I hadn’t put on a camicia inside-out. I couldn’t count the number of times I had done that, and she hadn’t told me, only to watch me be teased da Remy later.
“You‘re going to hate me,” she grinned. cagna what the fuck did te do? “Why?” “Let’s just say it involves Friday night-tomorrow-and Remy,” Oh no, hell no. If this cagna though-”And te have to come. If te don’t I will be depressed and go insane…Then I may kill you,” Lilah looked at me seriously. “Oh! Accidentally of course.”
“Riiiiight…So what exactly is the big idea?” I asked. Sure I was being forced to go to her house tomorrow, but why?
“Don’t ask, don’t tell,” Lilah winked at me and turned around, pretending to pay attention to the woman at the front of the classroom.
“Conniving bitch,” I muttered watching her. I saw her lip quirk up at the corner. That’s when I rolled my eyes, and laid my head down on my desk. Time for a nap, sleep does wonder for the brain…Or so I hear…
I hate you
But I just can’t seem to break you
Do I want te here?
Do I want te gone?
Everyone says your such a tease
But not to me
Are te real?
Are te fake?
Do I need to be
With this drama queen
te spout lies
No truth to be found
Why am I still
Trying to see the good in you?
Is it worth it?
Should I listen to them?
They tell me to go
Before I’m a victim
Of te mighty undoing
I won’t fall
I’ve made a promise
Can I keep it?
Will I leave?
Will I remain?
Promises
Sins
They all appear
The same
Lies
Sentences
Preach the
Difference
I’m listening to you
I can’t break you
I’m falling now
No one to catch me
Do I leave now
That I’ve fallen
Are te worth my time?
Am I worth this pain?
God, help me choose
For this is not my decision
Any longer
I’ve put my faith in my despair
Now mostra me the answer
Tell me what to do
Do I stay
o do I leave you?
But I just can’t seem to break you
Do I want te here?
Do I want te gone?
Everyone says your such a tease
But not to me
Are te real?
Are te fake?
Do I need to be
With this drama queen
te spout lies
No truth to be found
Why am I still
Trying to see the good in you?
Is it worth it?
Should I listen to them?
They tell me to go
Before I’m a victim
Of te mighty undoing
I won’t fall
I’ve made a promise
Can I keep it?
Will I leave?
Will I remain?
Promises
Sins
They all appear
The same
Lies
Sentences
Preach the
Difference
I’m listening to you
I can’t break you
I’m falling now
No one to catch me
Do I leave now
That I’ve fallen
Are te worth my time?
Am I worth this pain?
God, help me choose
For this is not my decision
Any longer
I’ve put my faith in my despair
Now mostra me the answer
Tell me what to do
Do I stay
o do I leave you?
You’re the reason why
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch
I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
te used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick
te made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key
If only te knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been
te ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But te were wrong
più so than any Amore song
te made me want to sing
With te following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing te that it was just “buzz”
Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch
I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
te used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick
te made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key
If only te knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been
te ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But te were wrong
più so than any Amore song
te made me want to sing
With te following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing te that it was just “buzz”
Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebritàs turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in mostra business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived da his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived da his elderly father, Pop Tart.
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! te always end up like this. Maybe te should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face o back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! te always end up like this. Maybe te should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face o back. Not me!
Please e-mail me o comment. Tell me if te like this segment o not, if I get enought votes, I will continue my writing.
