Author's Note: It's so short and it totally sucks. Sorry for my incompetence.
Day One-Hundred Thirty-Six: Untouchable by Taylor Swift
She had this odd feeling overcoming her lately.
She could barely even describe it. It was like something was…tugging at her. Something was reaching for her and she was reaching back.
It got especially odd at night. She'd been spending a lot of time on her balcony, looking at the stars. The stars wanted to tell her something; she knew it. But she couldn't reach those stars, those little precious gems, either, just like she couldn't touch whatever she was reaching for.
Then, she started seeing this face, his face. She'd seen him before, and she knew she had to have, because she knew that the human brain couldn't come up with faces on its own. Everyone in a dream was somebody the dreamer had seen at least once in their life before.
He was pretty. He looked like a nice person. She knew looks could be deceiving, but something about him made her just know there was something special and kind-hearted about him. She wanted to reach out and feel him next to her. She wanted to meet him in the dark of the night.
She felt dumb, getting hung up on a dream. She thought about what this imaginary person was like. She came up with his little mannerisms and what he was like and missing parts of his personality. When she finished, she was a little sad that she'd never get to know this person.
All the time, Spencer knew that something about him was missing. But now, it all just clicked.
She had finally met him. She got to know him. She wanted to come undone every single time he was around because it was like she had finally gotten ahold of something she'd wanted for so long. The sheer excitement that her curiosity was fulfilled was enough to overwhelm her.
Surprisingly, he was just as sweet—if not even sweeter—than he had been in her dreams. He was funny. It was like some weird dream that she never wanted to wake up from. It was like a little taste of heaven, when she kissed him.
Addictedtospoby: I saw that! I mean, I saw who the story was stolen from. Who stole it? Maybe I'll go bitch at them, too...did you know someone took parts of "Begin Again" and "Everything Has Changed?" It made me super-pissed. I don't like people plagiarizing stuff. It's just wrong on a lot of levels. And thankfully, it doesn't matter anymore, since his hair is cut!
AL3110:If you're a stick, I'm a log. Let's just leave stuff at that. People need to stop trying to bring down the person Cory was (because he obviously had character and was well loved by the people who knew him) just because of the way he died. Everyone has their vices; he was a person, too. Extracurriculars, too. And then there are more colleges. Columbia is going to be really hard to get into, AL. They only accept 7.6% of their applicants, and that's not counting scholarships. Maybe NYU or SUNY? Those ones are more accepting, I think.
MilaMizz:I always get so confused by our conversations. My hair is down to the small of my back. I want to donate it, but I don't think it's long enough so it can be cut at a decent length (and also, the people who cut it do a really crappy job at cutting it, so it's usually really messed up and you have to get it fixed). Okay.
It sucked. Better luck next time. The next song will be 'Til the Casket Drops by ZZ Ward. Bye! -Kayson