Thank you for the kind reviews. I always enjoy reading them. Especially when they're from recommended authors.
The song featured today is a song I wrote in math class this morning. Really, I wrote it in two minutes and it's the best song I've written in my opinion. It's called Worse Words. It basically describes things people say to me in a nutshell. And the song is depressing.
If possible, I'll be posting two song chapters today. If not, whatever; weekend tomorrow! Be sure to review EVERY chapter.
And here we go.
Cold-hearted goodbyes chock-full of lies that say "go away"
Last resorts need me in first even though I'm nothing
Don't let me go before I turn home and cry all through the night
It's a sleepless process when you know you did no right
Chorus: If you see me sinking when everyone's drinking, you know why
When you see me tear-stained after pouring rain, don't dare lie
If you hear me complain when they laugh, it's simple to see
Your worse words did this to me
-~-~-~ next verse
Dying whines that are heard at night are not over yet
When I ring and there's no reply, you must be playing hard-to-get
Lying yells make my life hell when the world's just fine
Don't be too surprised if at any moment, you hear me cry
Chorus
And everyone asks me why I'm so alone
I don't know how to respond
It's a situation where I'm exposed
And noone wants to mend the holes
Chorus ×2
Where did everything go wrong? It could have been an accident. Maybe they didn't mean to go along with the whole teasing and bullying idea.
Ha.
As if.
They'd called her a show-off. The truth was, there was nothing tacky or flamboyant about the dress. A plain orange dress. And it was very nicely styled, expensive and not to mention, quite adorable.
They'd called her slutty. Yes, she'd went through seven boyfriends in two weeks but compare that to Nancy Nader. She'd had ten boyfriends in a week.
They'd called her fat. There was no need for her to overreact but girls are sensitive. She was so hurt that she started to eat less. Only dinner. Nothing else. And people wondered why.
They'd called her fake. She purposefully excluded herself from the popular crowd.
They'd called her stupid. Due to overworking herself with homework, she hardly had time to sleep. Intelligence is attractive.
They'd called her annoying. She rarely spoke anymore. It was awkward to not hear her voice.
One day, she stopped speaking.
And her tombstone read:
Brittany Isobella Miller
Friday September 13th 2013
Died because of overwork, underfed, and starvation
Greatly missed
I am very surprised at my work. Character death is normally not appearing in my stories. But it was good, right?
Re-read the date of the tombstone. Do you get the superstition? Hmm? Re-read. Yes. You got it.
Creepy.
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