Geez I'm SO good about updating! Hehehe aren't you proud of me? But break
out the sugar, I have a plot! WAHOO! Oh yeah, I'm back for a short time. I
think a week. Anyways thanks to all who reviewed especially Blatty cuase
she ROX! And hurray she's back! Ok here we go!
A year.
One long, miserable, unending year.
I've been on the run for an entire year. I'm only 13.
It's starting to rain. At least I know someone is crying with me. I want to fly. Fly through the rain. Fly through my tears.
But I am chained to earth by my shadow. It won't let me go, I can't let go. Let go of my past.
These words were carved onto the back of a beat-up old dumpster, behind a half-abandoned grocery store. They had been scratched there for the shadows and darkness to stare upon, and wonder about.
They weren't really intended for human minds to ponder.
Yet there was someone there, reading those very words. A young girl, wearing nothing put a T-shirt and ragged sweats, shivering, with only the night and the stars to keep her company.
It was a misty twilight. The kind of night where, even though the mist is freezing and wet, they make the stars twinkle, winking silver.
The girl stared at the words, then suddenly scratched them out, frantically using a rusty old paper clip. No one could see those words! Whoever had written them could be caught.
And the person who had written them was she.
The only sounds in all that black, silent night was the paper clip scratching against the metal.
And the girl's quite sobs.
( O yeah! Go me! That wuz hecka short! Anyways, tell me what ya think! PLEAZ REVIEW!
Note: No feverish PONIES were harmed in the making of this fanfic.
No lost puppies with BIG BLACK EYES were harmed in the making of this fanfic
All bottles of SODAPOP used in the making of this fanfic were recycled.
All DARRY products used in the making of this fanfic expire by Feb. 15
All CHERRIES used in the making of this fanfic were grown organically.
All immature drunken MICE used in the making of this fanfic were properly tranquilized after use. (for you thick one's: Mickey MOUSE!)
A year.
One long, miserable, unending year.
I've been on the run for an entire year. I'm only 13.
It's starting to rain. At least I know someone is crying with me. I want to fly. Fly through the rain. Fly through my tears.
But I am chained to earth by my shadow. It won't let me go, I can't let go. Let go of my past.
These words were carved onto the back of a beat-up old dumpster, behind a half-abandoned grocery store. They had been scratched there for the shadows and darkness to stare upon, and wonder about.
They weren't really intended for human minds to ponder.
Yet there was someone there, reading those very words. A young girl, wearing nothing put a T-shirt and ragged sweats, shivering, with only the night and the stars to keep her company.
It was a misty twilight. The kind of night where, even though the mist is freezing and wet, they make the stars twinkle, winking silver.
The girl stared at the words, then suddenly scratched them out, frantically using a rusty old paper clip. No one could see those words! Whoever had written them could be caught.
And the person who had written them was she.
The only sounds in all that black, silent night was the paper clip scratching against the metal.
And the girl's quite sobs.
( O yeah! Go me! That wuz hecka short! Anyways, tell me what ya think! PLEAZ REVIEW!
Note: No feverish PONIES were harmed in the making of this fanfic.
No lost puppies with BIG BLACK EYES were harmed in the making of this fanfic
All bottles of SODAPOP used in the making of this fanfic were recycled.
All DARRY products used in the making of this fanfic expire by Feb. 15
All CHERRIES used in the making of this fanfic were grown organically.
All immature drunken MICE used in the making of this fanfic were properly tranquilized after use. (for you thick one's: Mickey MOUSE!)