This
is not a true story. This is what many people go through. The math
club, swim team, popular kids, jocks, cheerleaders. I just wanted to
say. This is just a first try. So please don't be harsh since its my first angst story.
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January 15, 4089
"Stop it! Marron said as she giggled happily, "I'm Ticklish!"
"What else is new?" Ubuu said.
"Well I got a new puppy named Chuckles!
"Awesome!"
"Yeah, cool" Goten agreed.
"I
wonder how Pan and Trunks are?" Bra inquired
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With P/T
"Do you really?" Pan said.
"Truly" Trunks said drawing her close.
"Forever, Aishiteru
"Forever Aishiteru…
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We
were so happy; everyone was together, me and Goten, Marron and Ubuu
and
of course Pan and Trunks. I believed everything was going to be okay,
fine cause of the love we all shared. But though we led many to
believe the Zteens were fine and well and perfect and happy that was
far from true. The truth was a nightmare…
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"Please, you don't…please…"
"..."
"You...you… can't…"
"I'm sorry"
She left him with a red tinge on his cheek
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"I hate you!"
"Don't you always" He sighed "Then you're in my bed asking for forgiveness"
"But don't get me wrong I love the forgiveness"
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But we were happy once in a while…
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"I love you."
"Ditto" She said as she cuddled up to him.
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It took the suicide of one of us for people to understand that the Zteens were a class A act. Phonies. We needed help. We weren't perfect. We were…People
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Here lies Miss Marron Kali Chestnut, Friend, Lover, Daughter, Niece, And Victim of intentional suicide. We will all miss.
Fin
Blood
and dust have changed all the colors in my mind
Black has made me
see but the truth has made me blind
To the fears
To the
lies
They were here
All the time
In your sympathetic Sunday
night I don't belong
Till all the hate that lines the face of my
enemy is gone
To the fears
To the lies
They were here
All
the time
The mouth of New York City talks
Spitting dust from
streets to sidewalks
Pictures soaked in Gasoline
Twisting
through the steel and concrete
The smoke has leared but I can't
breathe
The new day is a prison for the souls who've lost hope
But
I've been taught change comes to the ones who need it most
All the
fears
All the lies
They were here
All the time...
By: SR-71
