3 WEEKS LATER
Rick stormed around his room a huge red welt lay across his face and his eyes were raw with tears after a huge beating from his own dad. After a while of doing nothing in his room he heard his dad stomping loudly up the stairs and ran to his bed and dropped down trying to get under it as his dad marched in angrily, Rick could smell the alcohol in his breath as this huge towering man grabbed his leg roughly and pulled him from the hiding place he had tried to get to and picked him throwing him on his bed. Rick could only just see his mum running into the room before a huge fist came and closed his eye and then the other one, tears streamed down his face as his dad turned to his mum. She shouted in defense for Rick but she was silenced after a huge thump, but he could only see blurs of figure as his dad gave him one last kick and marched back out of the room. 20 minutes later Rick could see and as he sluggishly got up from his bed he saw the lifeless, pale body of his mum and cried out.
Alli leaned against her locker at school when a small weasly boy came scampling up the hall towards her a note in his hand, quickly she snatched the note and the boy scampered away as she unfolded it and read it as fast as she could:
Alli meet me after school near the co-op, I need to tell you something. Bring no one.
from rick
Alli thought for ages and ages weather or not to go and see him, when Ellie ran through the halls gleefully shouting out to her," JAMES IS ALIVE, JAMES IS ALIVE!" Alli smiled for a second but it was wiped off when ellie said to her," im going to kill Rick and your not going to stop me," she ran off before alli could say anything. She then remembered about her decision weather or not to go and decided to go, as she slowly started on her way to her next class she remembered something she had seen earlier... A bulge coming out of Ellies shirt and the strange thing was it was shaped like a gun.
sorry for it being short and sorry if it doesn't make much sense but im really really tired right now but hope you enjoy it and tell me what you thing
Rick stormed around his room a huge red welt lay across his face and his eyes were raw with tears after a huge beating from his own dad. After a while of doing nothing in his room he heard his dad stomping loudly up the stairs and ran to his bed and dropped down trying to get under it as his dad marched in angrily, Rick could smell the alcohol in his breath as this huge towering man grabbed his leg roughly and pulled him from the hiding place he had tried to get to and picked him throwing him on his bed. Rick could only just see his mum running into the room before a huge fist came and closed his eye and then the other one, tears streamed down his face as his dad turned to his mum. She shouted in defense for Rick but she was silenced after a huge thump, but he could only see blurs of figure as his dad gave him one last kick and marched back out of the room. 20 minutes later Rick could see and as he sluggishly got up from his bed he saw the lifeless, pale body of his mum and cried out.
Alli leaned against her locker at school when a small weasly boy came scampling up the hall towards her a note in his hand, quickly she snatched the note and the boy scampered away as she unfolded it and read it as fast as she could:
Alli meet me after school near the co-op, I need to tell you something. Bring no one.
from rick
Alli thought for ages and ages weather or not to go and see him, when Ellie ran through the halls gleefully shouting out to her," JAMES IS ALIVE, JAMES IS ALIVE!" Alli smiled for a second but it was wiped off when ellie said to her," im going to kill Rick and your not going to stop me," she ran off before alli could say anything. She then remembered about her decision weather or not to go and decided to go, as she slowly started on her way to her next class she remembered something she had seen earlier... A bulge coming out of Ellies shirt and the strange thing was it was shaped like a gun.
sorry for it being short and sorry if it doesn't make much sense but im really really tired right now but hope you enjoy it and tell me what you thing
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing me by my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if you destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing me by my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if you destroy me.
No matter how much you wish for more it happens like the hour glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test by our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test by our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in love with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in love with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood by me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To show them that...
Their work was useful.
To show them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to show all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood by me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To show them that...
Their work was useful.
To show them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to show all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.