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What You Don't Know 3So
OH MY GOSH.
Laci actually wanted to be my friend. She even told me the guy she was crushing over. I mean come on. That's real friend status right there. All night we sat there and exchanged stories. Well more like she talked and I listened for a few hours.
The moon eventually rose to the center of the starless sky and we both decided it'd be wise to head back home. On the way, she slipped me her phone number and told me to call anytime I needed someone to talk to.
I wondered as I stood on my doorstep, did she even know what kind of loner I was?
Slipping through the front door was easy. Nobody was in the kitchen. And my mom was far too used to me staying out late. My dad was the real risk.
The TV was blaring from the living room, a sure sign that he was home. Very carefully, I stepped into the hallway and past the walkway, only to be called out. Guess I wasn't as ninjistic as I thought
"Kyler?" His deep voice boomed.
"Daddykins?" I smiled at him, shyly playing with my fin
What You Dont Know 2What You Don't Know 2
By: Ash Lockhart
The day of the week I dreaded most.
You'd think it'd be Monday, or some logical day, but surely not Tuesday. I mean after all, what did poor Tuesday ever do to me? Well let me explain.
I was not born musically inclined. My voice didn't make lyrics sound 'pretty', nor did my fingers do the guitar any justice. And on this particular day, Tuesday in case you've forgotten, I am required to take a half hour of choir, and a half hour of band. This hour combined is enough to completely throw off my entire day.
So until I move out of the tenth grade, Tuesdays are forever ruined.
But that isn't all.
Also, on Tuesdays, my tiny and only group of friends, abandons me at lunch hour to practice their studies for some organization they are all involved in. The club members must receive above average grades and get teacher recommendation. No way in sin am I getting into that friking place.
So all by myself, I stalk the halls during this hour. T
What You Dont Know 1What You Don't Know
By: Ash Lockhart
It all started when I woke up this morning.
Naturally, I'm a morning person, but this particular day started off sucking major butt.
Just sayin', you know?
So, my eyes flittered open to greet the day, only to discover that the bright sunlight I'd hoped to see, had transformed into a mass of dark grey clouds hovering low over the town, promising rain.
Then, I went to use the bathroom. Not only did I almost pee myself waiting thirty minutes for my sister to finally let me in, but my older brother wouldn't let me out. He held onto the door knob, laughing at me as I tried my hardest to shove his weight out of my way.
Yes, I failed epicly.
That word alone is enough to make me cringe. Homework, hoes, whores and crack heads. That pretty much sums it up. Oh, and some random kid decided it'd be hilarious to put some random lock with some random code on 'some random locker', ahem, a.k.a., my locker.
I spent twenty friking minutes screwing with t
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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