This is my first fan fic... and hopefully I will be continuing on this! Enjoy!
My name is Alice. I'm eleven years young. My life has been all... unicorns until this year. It's sort of like all the fun has been cut off from my life. Like adults and other people alike all want me to have a short childhood. It's strange, because it seems as if everyone else is having loads of excitement in their lives. But I'm the only one who is at home, trying not to cut myself everyday because of all the stress in my life. It's difficult not to, and I haven't spoke to anyone so far. I don't want to be sent to a mental hospital. I'm not mental.... am I? I think that's u to decide and for me to find out.
All of this... drama started when a girl in our class named Stacy decided to write a note and send it to one of my BFFs, Skylar. It said, "Alice, Skylar, and Sarah... u will definitely regret being mean to me in the end." The first thought that came to my mind was, "Why would anyone do that? Why would anyone say that? And seconde of all, her name is faded at the bottom of the note but it's still obvious to see. Why? Why? Why?!?! Stacy was my friend... of at least I thought she was. Why would anyone think of something so pathetic... yet something so vengeful?"
Well it turned out that she told our teacher Mrs. Harris... and she blamed it on Skylar. I didn't understand. Now Stacy was also being immature and making fun of my other best friends' hairstyles, clothes, shoes, and much more! I mean, grow up! Seriously!! Not only that... Stacy was also crying to our teacher... and making a huge sob story out of it. I was pissed... and sort of sad at how my best friend changed so much. Oh, of should I say ex best friend.
My name is Alice. I'm eleven years young. My life has been all... unicorns until this year. It's sort of like all the fun has been cut off from my life. Like adults and other people alike all want me to have a short childhood. It's strange, because it seems as if everyone else is having loads of excitement in their lives. But I'm the only one who is at home, trying not to cut myself everyday because of all the stress in my life. It's difficult not to, and I haven't spoke to anyone so far. I don't want to be sent to a mental hospital. I'm not mental.... am I? I think that's u to decide and for me to find out.
All of this... drama started when a girl in our class named Stacy decided to write a note and send it to one of my BFFs, Skylar. It said, "Alice, Skylar, and Sarah... u will definitely regret being mean to me in the end." The first thought that came to my mind was, "Why would anyone do that? Why would anyone say that? And seconde of all, her name is faded at the bottom of the note but it's still obvious to see. Why? Why? Why?!?! Stacy was my friend... of at least I thought she was. Why would anyone think of something so pathetic... yet something so vengeful?"
Well it turned out that she told our teacher Mrs. Harris... and she blamed it on Skylar. I didn't understand. Now Stacy was also being immature and making fun of my other best friends' hairstyles, clothes, shoes, and much more! I mean, grow up! Seriously!! Not only that... Stacy was also crying to our teacher... and making a huge sob story out of it. I was pissed... and sort of sad at how my best friend changed so much. Oh, of should I say ex best friend.
I deny the truth,
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces door pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces door pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
One day. A girl named Rachel was camping with her friend, Misty. Later, they climbed trees. When Rachel fell from 5 feet, Misty went into the deep, dark forest to look for the ranger. After 2hours, Rachel decided to look for her friend. After searching, she found a row of what looked like cottages. Curious, she stepped into a newly built one. She saw a girl with long whitish-blonde hair and a white dress, slightly torn.You know, it kind of looks like..."AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
Please tell me if it needs any other revisions. If not, I will verplaats on to chapter 2. Note: For Chapter one, I will not go farther than "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
Please tell me if it needs any other revisions. If not, I will verplaats on to chapter 2. Note: For Chapter one, I will not go farther than "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
I'm going to make another Inspired soon, so look out. Hope I'm inspiring u my lovely readers and writer's. Write on and live on!
I don't anything (especially the pictures). Enjoy!
Katniss and Peeta
Oh yes we do.
They are the treasures of the world
That we use.
It's not gold,
Zinc, copper, of silver.
Oil, not even close.
They are
Courage, determination
How women could have their rights
Today
The treasures of the world
The one and only place
Where u can find people
Of different color and sex
Where u can find blacks,
Asian, Syrian, and Australian
Oh the people of the world
The treasures of the world
The treasures of the world
Use them wisely
Do not leave them in chains
For the people u break
They will break u back.
Oh the treasures of the world
(All the colors, all the people)
The treasures of the world
(All the colors, all the people)
The treasures of the world
Different sexes and colors come together to walk the Relay
