AshIsTheName

You sat at the table, waiting for Arthur to call. You twirled a pen through your fingers for what seemed like hours, but only turned out to be a minute and a half. You two had been planning the perfect Valentine's day for nearly year and now, it was ruined. You thought you could call him, but you didn't want to seem to be pushy. It's five o'clock and all day you've been doing nothing but waiting by the phone. No one's called and occasionally tears would fall, but you sucked it up. The phone rang then. You picked it up hopefully and heard your brothers voice on the other end. "Hey, _______! I hate to bother you while your out with Art, but..."

You've become Jeff. You feel as if his soul filled the void you've always had in you heart. Of course, that's preposterous. But you feel insane and idiotic and you actually like the new you. As you stare into the mirror, marveling your ghostly skin, your eyes scan to the body reflecting in the same image, hanging seamlessly. Maybe your work isn't as horrific as Jeff's but it it's quite handy. You set your new personal record. Hung in 2 minutes, dead in 40 seconds. It doesn't take long for teenagers to lose their breath. You giggle. The feeling of death consumes you and it pumps the blood a little faster and warmer in you veins. You punch the

Sophie knocked at the door, deterring Tessa from A Tale of Two Cities. Tessa leaped from the warmth of her bed and sprinted across the frigid cobblestone floor, thinking of what to say. She’d been debating on how to discuss about earlier in the afternoon. Contemplating, she had finally decided on holding it in as long as mentally possible. Before she could reach the handle, Sophie walked in, avoiding any eye contact that was not necessary.   “I saw you and Gideon Lightwood in the halls before we left,” Tessa rang out. “I was coming to fetch my clockwork necklace. I’d forgotten it, and I needed to retrieve it&hel

For: :bulletred: Tori :bulletpurple: Sarah :bulletorange: Cora :bulletpink: Valarie :bulletgreen: Megan This is from my point of view, if I didn't make this that clear... Enjoyz! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ It's Christmas, and of course, there HAS to be a christmas Party thrown by our ridiculous friend, Alfred. He had insisted we ALL come. Alfred decided to invite: Tori, Ivan, Sarah, Roderich, Valarie, Feliciano, Coralee, Ludwig, Megan, Matthew, Arthur and me. What a party. Evertone's sitting around with a solo cup in their hand and dirty plates on the tables. The rooms small, but can aquire all of us

            , Arthur, Ivan, and Alfred are all in your basement. Ivan has a bottle of vodka in his hand --- not to mention the thirteen bottles he managed to slither down his throat. He wasn't even drunk! He was just. . .normal. For him. You, Art, and Alfred are all on your first beer. The TV is on full blast as you listen to the music channel. Alfred's little gut had started peeking through his tank top, which you find most repulsive. It was spotted with grease, ketchup, mustard, gravy and onion stains all over it --- mostly for the reason he always wears that ridiculous jacket. The commercials just started rolling and you were the only one

A humid day in Maryland. Clouds blockade the sunlight from penetrating the Earth. Lightning strikes with fierce magnitude. Thunder belches so loud causing houses to quake. You sit under a cloak of blankets and kick up the music so loud the beats shake your walls. Three Days Grace has always made you feel so safe. But unfortunately for you, they can’t save you tonight. You recently saw a video that your friend forced you to watch. A video that was so incredibly horrifying you haven’t slept in three days. A video that police have tried so desperately to take off of the internet. A video that’s killed many people and no one ha

Some stay, some go, some betray, and some know. Some say, I'm there. But where? Losing them, is regretting, but in the end, they all leave I never truly, give my heart out, for the fear, of betryal and, lies. No one knows, how hard, it is, being buried by my worries, six feet underground. Friends are like lights. They'll light your way, and you depend on them. But eventually, they blow out. And all your world, is dark.