Post by »Peyson« on Nov 5, 2006 21:21:46 GMT -5
(It's not a real story or anything but...whatever.)
(This is realistic fiction. Don't take every bit seriously. I got the idea from the real world, but it's not all real.)
*= The name is fake.
(This is realistic fiction. Don't take every bit seriously. I got the idea from the real world, but it's not all real.)
*= The name is fake.
Newnan is just a place in the world. Maybe it's a lot like your world. Maybe it's nothing like it. My name is Lacey-Lee Evin*. I'll be a freshman at Newnan High School next year. I'm a cheerleader. I play clarinet in band, and I have the best friends anyone could ever ask for.
Maybe you're like me, a punk/cheerleader who hides most of her emotions, and always feels like she'll never be good enough for that one guy. Or maybe you're like my friend Landie*, a crazy yet fun kid who, at the same time, is regretting a mistake she made. Maybe you're like my friend Polly*, a fun-loving kitty-pirate kid who's a huge X-Men geek, like me. Maybe you're like Regina*, a great flutist who's trying to figure out her feelings for a good friend. Maybe you're like N.J., an aspiring writer who almost always has good advice. Maybe you're like Eleni, an obsessed hockey fanatic with a great imagination. Maybe you're like none of them, or me. Or maybe you're like all of us.
I hope you're not like me. I don't want to be like me. I'm a funny-looking mixed kid with dark brown hair that I hate, and dark eyes to match. I don't think anyone's ever really looked into them. My eyes, I mean. No one's ever seen what's behind them. But I don't want them to. I don't want them to see it. To see me.
I hope you're like my friends. Audre is like my sister. She's a great friend with a lot of love to give. My best friends Landie and Polly are great too. They're a lot of fun to be with. I don't know what I'd do without these people.
Newnan is just a place in the world. Maybe it's a lot like your world. Maybe it's nothing like it. But we all have our worlds, and our friends that are part of it.
Now I know why everybody wants to be in love. It's the closest thing we have to magic.
I never really believed it, until the first time I fell in love...and the second time...and the times after that. Have you ever felt that maybe you fall in love too easily? I have. It makes me feel weak, like I can't live without a guy there to love me like I love him. I hate the feeling.
Some people think love is like, the best thing in the world. And it is. But they don't understand the aftermath. That the person you're in love with can break your heart. Or that you can just as easily fall out of love with them and break their heart. So, I end this one with saying: The heart is more fragile than you think.
Don't play games with his heart, it's more fragile than you think. -Haley to Brooke
Maybe you're like me, a punk/cheerleader who hides most of her emotions, and always feels like she'll never be good enough for that one guy. Or maybe you're like my friend Landie*, a crazy yet fun kid who, at the same time, is regretting a mistake she made. Maybe you're like my friend Polly*, a fun-loving kitty-pirate kid who's a huge X-Men geek, like me. Maybe you're like Regina*, a great flutist who's trying to figure out her feelings for a good friend. Maybe you're like N.J., an aspiring writer who almost always has good advice. Maybe you're like Eleni, an obsessed hockey fanatic with a great imagination. Maybe you're like none of them, or me. Or maybe you're like all of us.
I hope you're not like me. I don't want to be like me. I'm a funny-looking mixed kid with dark brown hair that I hate, and dark eyes to match. I don't think anyone's ever really looked into them. My eyes, I mean. No one's ever seen what's behind them. But I don't want them to. I don't want them to see it. To see me.
I hope you're like my friends. Audre is like my sister. She's a great friend with a lot of love to give. My best friends Landie and Polly are great too. They're a lot of fun to be with. I don't know what I'd do without these people.
Newnan is just a place in the world. Maybe it's a lot like your world. Maybe it's nothing like it. But we all have our worlds, and our friends that are part of it.
Now I know why everybody wants to be in love. It's the closest thing we have to magic.
I never really believed it, until the first time I fell in love...and the second time...and the times after that. Have you ever felt that maybe you fall in love too easily? I have. It makes me feel weak, like I can't live without a guy there to love me like I love him. I hate the feeling.
Some people think love is like, the best thing in the world. And it is. But they don't understand the aftermath. That the person you're in love with can break your heart. Or that you can just as easily fall out of love with them and break their heart. So, I end this one with saying: The heart is more fragile than you think.
Don't play games with his heart, it's more fragile than you think. -Haley to Brooke