A/N: I've gotten a few título suggestions, but for now I'm just gonna keep it to Stay and Run. And this chapter has a lot of unnecessary details and unrelated dialogue, the first few chapters will, I just wanted to get the general idea of the girls' life.
Prologue: link
1: An Average día in Spencer’s Life
Spencer sat at her desk. Tomorrow was her twenty-second birthday. The first of the girls’ birthdays with estrella missing. Spencer had been sad ever since she disappeared. estrella was one of her best friends. And after losing three when they were recruits, she couldn’t take it.
There was a lot about that place that they didn’t know. They never figured out the name, so they just called it GAA for Government Assassin Agency. Not creative, but better than nothing. They also never found out why the seven-now three-of them were chosen. Sometimes, tu never do.
They all missed Star. The girls kept in contact but lived pretty far away from one another, just in case GAA decided to come after them. Which is probably what happened to Star.
estrella was dead, most likely. They probably killed her. There was a slim chance they took her back to GAA. But she was most likely dead. Still, Spencer, Laurel, and Layne were intent on finding out what happened.
The girls had never contacted friends o family. After all, the girls were “dead.” And there would be massive consequences if anyone found out. No one needed to tell them that.
Spencer glanced at her phone. She didn’t know what she was expecting. One of the girls, saying they found out where estrella was. Never gonna happen. Even a little thing, like her friend Jason saying he got the job he interviewed for. Anything. She needed to talk to someone.
Her doorbell rang. Who could that be? Normally, her friends called before coming over. It was probably some solicitor. She walked over and opened it. She gasped.
“Star?”
estrella smiled. She was tall and skinny, with practically no cleavage but still gorgeous. Her clear blue-gray eyes sparkled like they always did. Her long, thin, straight white-blonde hair went to her waist, her bangs cut perfectly. “Hey,” she said.
Spencer pulled her into a hug. “Oh my God, where have tu been?”
estrella hugged back. “Don’t worry. I was just finishing some stuff up.”
“Why didn’t tu call?”
“I was busy.”
Spencer could barely think. She pulled estrella inside. “You wouldn’t believe how happy I am to see you!”
“I’m happy to see you, too, Spence.”
“Do tu need anything?” Spencer asked.
“Nope. I’m fine.” Star’s smile was still wide and sparkly. “Actually, I’ll have a water.”
“Tell me everything,” Spencer said. “We were worried sick! Tell me what tu were up to!” She sat down at the table, handing the glass of water to Star.
estrella sat down across from her. “It’s a long story.”
“I’m fine with long.” Spencer flipped her long, sleek, brown hair. It used to be a deep chestnut, but now it had hints of golden brown and had light red highlights.
“Well, I-“ estrella started, but Spencer interrupted her.
“You know, I should call the girls first.”
“That’s not necessary,” estrella said. “Anyway, I met up with Amber and Elody, and-“
“Wait,” Spencer looked skeptically at Star. “Amber and Elody?”
estrella laughed. “Oh, sorry. Amber, Elody, and Danielle. Anyway, we were-“
“They’ve been dead for years,” Spencer said. “What are tu talking about?”
estrella shrugged. “Of course they’re dead. I know that.”
“So are tu talking about a dream or…”
“Real life. más o less.”
“Then how did you…”
“We’re all dead,” estrella said. “All five of them. Six, if tu include me. I just came back to finish GAA’s business.”
Spencer shook her head. “Star, what…”
“Danielle, Elody, and Amber died at the GAA. I just killed the others.” estrella accidentally knocked over the water glass. “Oops!” She started cleaning up the water, which was now blood. She stood up, her face now rotted. “You’re next.” She was siguiente to Spencer in a blink of an eye, and grabbed her throat.
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Spencer bolted up, hyperventilating. She was in her room. Alive. Obviously alive, since her corazón was pounding against her ribs. She closed her open MacBook, which was open to a creepypasta website. She had to stop lectura those before bed.
She glanced at her alarm clock. “Crap,” she said, remembering she forgot to set her alarm. It was eight-oh-nine. She had work at eight thirty. In a rush, she pulled on a tight, long-sleeved, cordón, encaje white camisa, camiseta with a blue denim vest. She pulled on a short black skirt, tied her golden brown hair into a high ponytail, and applied her makeup. Thank God she showered the night before. She grabbed her bag, put on her knee-high black combat boots, and jumped into her Prius.
She drove away from her house. It was good for a college student living alone, but not the best. It was Sunday, so she didn’t have any classes, just work. She would be graduating this year.
She and her friends had scored new identities. They had to pretend that they didn’t know each other, but had their secret meetings. The all lived far apart, o as far apart as tu could be in Carline, Pennsylvania. Population: 2,906. Spencer Eymes had become Lorissa Martin at GAA. Now she was Spencer Reyes. She and the girls acted like normal citizens. She had a job at the small boutique on Main, in one of those two-story buildings that was connected to all the other ones. It was like the buildings in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, where she had gone last año for vacation.
She hit the side of the wheel in frustration when she hit the third red light in a row. She would definitely be late now. She turned up the radio to calm down. Pumped Up Kicks was playing. A normal person who had gone through everything she had would turn it off, the song being too much of a reminder of her time at GAA. But she found the theme of the song almost amusing. The catchy, playful tune didn’t go with the lyrics at all. She kept thinking about the song, taking her mind off things. When it switched to Party Rock Anthem, she immediately changed it. She couldn’t stand that song.
Finally, Spencer pulled into her spot siguiente to the sidewalk right in front of Carrie’s, the boutique she worked at. It wasn’t really HER spot, but people tended to catch on that she liked to park there after her scene a few months hace when someone else parked there. She was nothing is not stubborn.
The campana chimed as she walked through the door. “Hey,” Carrie, the owner, called.
“Sorry I’m late,” Spencer said. “My alarm clock didn’t go off o something. And I had a weird dream.”
“Weird misceláneo o weird scary?” her coworker, Alexandria, asked.
“Scary,” Spencer said. “I fell asleep-“
“Reading creepypasta?”
Spencer chuckled. “How did tu know?”
“You’re always lectura it. How can tu stand it? It scares the hell out of me.”
“I like a good scare.”
“Get to work!” Carrie dicho as she walked to the back.
Spencer put her bag down and began organizing the new jewelry that had come in. “You should really read one, Alexi. There’s this one called The Russian Sleep Experiment with some people who become monsters because of a lack of sleep-“
“Stop!” Alexi yelled. “That’s not funny!”
“It’s very funny,” Spencer said. Alexi had a tendency to stay up multiple days in a row. “Then there’s a short one called The Frequency that made me scared of my computer.
“Seriously, Spence,” Alexi said. “Stop. tu know those are the ones that would get to me.”
“That’s the point of creepypasta,” Spencer explained. “It uses things we hear about every día and scare us. It’s worse than horror movies.” Alexi groaned. Spencer continued. “Try Squidward’s Suicide. It’s a good one for rookies.”
“Just stop talking about it!” Alexi said. “I read one. It was called The Ring. Completely different from the movie.”
Spencer rolled her eyes. “The Ring isn’t even scary. Oh! Cupcakes! That one’s just disturbing.”
“That’s the My Little poni, pony one?”
“Yeah.”
Alexi laughed and shook her head. “I can’t believe we’re talking about creepypasta. Who came up with that name, anyway?”
Spencer shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s as ridiculous as those shipper names from TV shows.”
Alexi laughed. “There’s a shipper name called Chair. That made me laugh.”
“Wonderful,” Spencer said, “A couple named after furniture. tu know any más funny-sounding ones?”
Alexi nodded. “A lot. They all sound weird. But the parte superior, arriba three most weird sounding ones are Spoby, Brucas, and Puckelberry.”
Spencer laughed. “And it’s weird knowing my name is in the first one.”
Alexi shrugged. “Yeah, well.”
Spencer smiled. She loved her conversations with Alexi. She was tall, with straightened brown, almost black, hair, tannish skin, and brown eyes. Part Filipino. Alexandria was one of her best friends outside of Layne and Laurel.
“Oh, did tu hear about that missing girl?” Alexi asked.
“No,” Spencer said. “Who is she?”
“I forgot her name. But she’s from around here.”
“Where did tu hear?”
“The news. Just local news. There are a lot of other missing people, so it’s not really noticeable.”
“Yeah. What did the girl look like?”
“Gorgeous,” Alexi said. “White-blonde hair, slightly dimpled chin, blue eyes. But I don’t know much.”
Spencer nodded. Of course it was Star.
“Oh, did tu hear about those seven girls who disappeared from Oregon, like, eight years ago?” Alexi asked.
Spencer whirled. “Umm, no,” she lied. “Where did tu hear about that?”
Alexi shrugged. “Jason told me. He dicho one of them was named Spencer.”
“Creepy,” Spencer said. Of course it was her. Seven girls go in, four come out, one goes missing. “Hey, have tu seen Jason recently? I haven’t heard from him in a while.”
Alexi shook her head. “Nope.”
The campana rang as someone walked through the door. Spencer looked up to see Jason waving at her. “Speak of the devil.”
Jason walked over. “Hey, girls.”
“Hey, Jason,” Alexi dicho flirtatiously. Spencer nudged her. Alexi walked away to help another customer.
“What’s up?” Spencer asked.
Jason ran a hand through his hair. “Not much. Sorry I haven’t called o anything, I’ve been busy.”
“It’s fine,” Spencer said. “Oh, I was wondering, how was your date?”
Jason shrugged. “Not the best.”
“Aw. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. I wasn’t really into him anyway.”
“Well, I’m sure you’ll find the perfect guy for you, someday.” Spencer smiled. Jason didn’t come across to the average person as gay. He seemed like a normal, straight guy. Which he wasn’t. Not the straight part, anyway. Spencer had played matchmaker for him a few times, which never seemed to work.
“Yeah, I wish. If your friend would stop flirting with me.”
Spencer chuckled. “She’s just joking. She knows you’re gay.”
“Really?”
Spencer rolled her eyes. It was no surprise, Jason was hot. He had sort of longish, shaggy brown hair and ice blue eyes that popped out at you. And she had seen him shirtless that one time at the playa in New Hampshire…
Alexi walked over, interrupting the conversation. “Spence, do tu know where that blue chaqueta is? With the oro buttons?”
Spencer pointed to a rack near the back of the store. “Over there.”
“’Kay.” Alexi walked over, keeping eye contact with Jason for just a little too long.
Spencer rolled her eyes again. “Alexi, watch it!”
Alexi watched it, leading a confused customer to the rack.
Jason laughed. “You know that missing girl? estrella o something?”
Spencer flinched. “Yeah.”
“They matched her to a girl who disappeared eight years ago.”
Spencer stopped what she was doing. “Wait, what?”
Jason shrugged. “She had a different last name, but the same first name and same appearance.”
Spencer stood there, shocked. Someone had found out. Someone had identified Star.
“Which means this girl was alive all this time, just never found, then she went missing again,” Jason explained.
“Yeah, I know what it means.”
“Then why are tu so…”
“I don’t know,” Spencer said. “I just…excuse me.” She walked to the staff room, leaving Jason standing there, confused.
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“Come on, pick up,” Spencer whispered as she paced around the room with her cell phone. It went to voicemail. “Hey, Laur, it’s me, Spencer. Umm, there’s something I really need to tell tu and Layne, so if tu could come over later o something, that would be great. So, just, call back when tu get this. Bye.”
She had called both Layne and Laurel, but neither of them were picking up. She began to worry. What if they were gone, too?
Luckily, she heard back. Layne’s phone died and laurel was at a movie. They got to Spencer’s around eightish that night.
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The girls sat at Spencer’s cena table. She tried not to remember her nightmare from the night before. “So, tu guys know that Star’s disappearance has become public?”
laurel nodded. “Yeah. Why?”
“They found out she disappeared eight years ago,” Spencer answered. “They know it’s the same girl.”
Layne looked at Spencer in shock. “Wait, what?”
“You heard me.”
laurel looked panicked. “Do they know about us?”
Spencer shook her head. “No. Not yet. But we should move, now.”
“What do tu mean move?” laurel asked.
“Move. Get away from here before they can find us.”
“Where will we go?” asked Layne.
Spencer shrugged. “I don’t know. South, maybe.”
laurel nodded. “Okay. When?”
“Next week, at the least.”
Layne exchanged a glance with laurel and nodded slightly, looking down. “Okay.”
Spencer’s attention turned to Layne. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Layne said. “It’s fine. We’re moving.”
Prologue: link
1: An Average día in Spencer’s Life
Spencer sat at her desk. Tomorrow was her twenty-second birthday. The first of the girls’ birthdays with estrella missing. Spencer had been sad ever since she disappeared. estrella was one of her best friends. And after losing three when they were recruits, she couldn’t take it.
There was a lot about that place that they didn’t know. They never figured out the name, so they just called it GAA for Government Assassin Agency. Not creative, but better than nothing. They also never found out why the seven-now three-of them were chosen. Sometimes, tu never do.
They all missed Star. The girls kept in contact but lived pretty far away from one another, just in case GAA decided to come after them. Which is probably what happened to Star.
estrella was dead, most likely. They probably killed her. There was a slim chance they took her back to GAA. But she was most likely dead. Still, Spencer, Laurel, and Layne were intent on finding out what happened.
The girls had never contacted friends o family. After all, the girls were “dead.” And there would be massive consequences if anyone found out. No one needed to tell them that.
Spencer glanced at her phone. She didn’t know what she was expecting. One of the girls, saying they found out where estrella was. Never gonna happen. Even a little thing, like her friend Jason saying he got the job he interviewed for. Anything. She needed to talk to someone.
Her doorbell rang. Who could that be? Normally, her friends called before coming over. It was probably some solicitor. She walked over and opened it. She gasped.
“Star?”
estrella smiled. She was tall and skinny, with practically no cleavage but still gorgeous. Her clear blue-gray eyes sparkled like they always did. Her long, thin, straight white-blonde hair went to her waist, her bangs cut perfectly. “Hey,” she said.
Spencer pulled her into a hug. “Oh my God, where have tu been?”
estrella hugged back. “Don’t worry. I was just finishing some stuff up.”
“Why didn’t tu call?”
“I was busy.”
Spencer could barely think. She pulled estrella inside. “You wouldn’t believe how happy I am to see you!”
“I’m happy to see you, too, Spence.”
“Do tu need anything?” Spencer asked.
“Nope. I’m fine.” Star’s smile was still wide and sparkly. “Actually, I’ll have a water.”
“Tell me everything,” Spencer said. “We were worried sick! Tell me what tu were up to!” She sat down at the table, handing the glass of water to Star.
estrella sat down across from her. “It’s a long story.”
“I’m fine with long.” Spencer flipped her long, sleek, brown hair. It used to be a deep chestnut, but now it had hints of golden brown and had light red highlights.
“Well, I-“ estrella started, but Spencer interrupted her.
“You know, I should call the girls first.”
“That’s not necessary,” estrella said. “Anyway, I met up with Amber and Elody, and-“
“Wait,” Spencer looked skeptically at Star. “Amber and Elody?”
estrella laughed. “Oh, sorry. Amber, Elody, and Danielle. Anyway, we were-“
“They’ve been dead for years,” Spencer said. “What are tu talking about?”
estrella shrugged. “Of course they’re dead. I know that.”
“So are tu talking about a dream or…”
“Real life. más o less.”
“Then how did you…”
“We’re all dead,” estrella said. “All five of them. Six, if tu include me. I just came back to finish GAA’s business.”
Spencer shook her head. “Star, what…”
“Danielle, Elody, and Amber died at the GAA. I just killed the others.” estrella accidentally knocked over the water glass. “Oops!” She started cleaning up the water, which was now blood. She stood up, her face now rotted. “You’re next.” She was siguiente to Spencer in a blink of an eye, and grabbed her throat.
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Spencer bolted up, hyperventilating. She was in her room. Alive. Obviously alive, since her corazón was pounding against her ribs. She closed her open MacBook, which was open to a creepypasta website. She had to stop lectura those before bed.
She glanced at her alarm clock. “Crap,” she said, remembering she forgot to set her alarm. It was eight-oh-nine. She had work at eight thirty. In a rush, she pulled on a tight, long-sleeved, cordón, encaje white camisa, camiseta with a blue denim vest. She pulled on a short black skirt, tied her golden brown hair into a high ponytail, and applied her makeup. Thank God she showered the night before. She grabbed her bag, put on her knee-high black combat boots, and jumped into her Prius.
She drove away from her house. It was good for a college student living alone, but not the best. It was Sunday, so she didn’t have any classes, just work. She would be graduating this year.
She and her friends had scored new identities. They had to pretend that they didn’t know each other, but had their secret meetings. The all lived far apart, o as far apart as tu could be in Carline, Pennsylvania. Population: 2,906. Spencer Eymes had become Lorissa Martin at GAA. Now she was Spencer Reyes. She and the girls acted like normal citizens. She had a job at the small boutique on Main, in one of those two-story buildings that was connected to all the other ones. It was like the buildings in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, where she had gone last año for vacation.
She hit the side of the wheel in frustration when she hit the third red light in a row. She would definitely be late now. She turned up the radio to calm down. Pumped Up Kicks was playing. A normal person who had gone through everything she had would turn it off, the song being too much of a reminder of her time at GAA. But she found the theme of the song almost amusing. The catchy, playful tune didn’t go with the lyrics at all. She kept thinking about the song, taking her mind off things. When it switched to Party Rock Anthem, she immediately changed it. She couldn’t stand that song.
Finally, Spencer pulled into her spot siguiente to the sidewalk right in front of Carrie’s, the boutique she worked at. It wasn’t really HER spot, but people tended to catch on that she liked to park there after her scene a few months hace when someone else parked there. She was nothing is not stubborn.
The campana chimed as she walked through the door. “Hey,” Carrie, the owner, called.
“Sorry I’m late,” Spencer said. “My alarm clock didn’t go off o something. And I had a weird dream.”
“Weird misceláneo o weird scary?” her coworker, Alexandria, asked.
“Scary,” Spencer said. “I fell asleep-“
“Reading creepypasta?”
Spencer chuckled. “How did tu know?”
“You’re always lectura it. How can tu stand it? It scares the hell out of me.”
“I like a good scare.”
“Get to work!” Carrie dicho as she walked to the back.
Spencer put her bag down and began organizing the new jewelry that had come in. “You should really read one, Alexi. There’s this one called The Russian Sleep Experiment with some people who become monsters because of a lack of sleep-“
“Stop!” Alexi yelled. “That’s not funny!”
“It’s very funny,” Spencer said. Alexi had a tendency to stay up multiple days in a row. “Then there’s a short one called The Frequency that made me scared of my computer.
“Seriously, Spence,” Alexi said. “Stop. tu know those are the ones that would get to me.”
“That’s the point of creepypasta,” Spencer explained. “It uses things we hear about every día and scare us. It’s worse than horror movies.” Alexi groaned. Spencer continued. “Try Squidward’s Suicide. It’s a good one for rookies.”
“Just stop talking about it!” Alexi said. “I read one. It was called The Ring. Completely different from the movie.”
Spencer rolled her eyes. “The Ring isn’t even scary. Oh! Cupcakes! That one’s just disturbing.”
“That’s the My Little poni, pony one?”
“Yeah.”
Alexi laughed and shook her head. “I can’t believe we’re talking about creepypasta. Who came up with that name, anyway?”
Spencer shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s as ridiculous as those shipper names from TV shows.”
Alexi laughed. “There’s a shipper name called Chair. That made me laugh.”
“Wonderful,” Spencer said, “A couple named after furniture. tu know any más funny-sounding ones?”
Alexi nodded. “A lot. They all sound weird. But the parte superior, arriba three most weird sounding ones are Spoby, Brucas, and Puckelberry.”
Spencer laughed. “And it’s weird knowing my name is in the first one.”
Alexi shrugged. “Yeah, well.”
Spencer smiled. She loved her conversations with Alexi. She was tall, with straightened brown, almost black, hair, tannish skin, and brown eyes. Part Filipino. Alexandria was one of her best friends outside of Layne and Laurel.
“Oh, did tu hear about that missing girl?” Alexi asked.
“No,” Spencer said. “Who is she?”
“I forgot her name. But she’s from around here.”
“Where did tu hear?”
“The news. Just local news. There are a lot of other missing people, so it’s not really noticeable.”
“Yeah. What did the girl look like?”
“Gorgeous,” Alexi said. “White-blonde hair, slightly dimpled chin, blue eyes. But I don’t know much.”
Spencer nodded. Of course it was Star.
“Oh, did tu hear about those seven girls who disappeared from Oregon, like, eight years ago?” Alexi asked.
Spencer whirled. “Umm, no,” she lied. “Where did tu hear about that?”
Alexi shrugged. “Jason told me. He dicho one of them was named Spencer.”
“Creepy,” Spencer said. Of course it was her. Seven girls go in, four come out, one goes missing. “Hey, have tu seen Jason recently? I haven’t heard from him in a while.”
Alexi shook her head. “Nope.”
The campana rang as someone walked through the door. Spencer looked up to see Jason waving at her. “Speak of the devil.”
Jason walked over. “Hey, girls.”
“Hey, Jason,” Alexi dicho flirtatiously. Spencer nudged her. Alexi walked away to help another customer.
“What’s up?” Spencer asked.
Jason ran a hand through his hair. “Not much. Sorry I haven’t called o anything, I’ve been busy.”
“It’s fine,” Spencer said. “Oh, I was wondering, how was your date?”
Jason shrugged. “Not the best.”
“Aw. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. I wasn’t really into him anyway.”
“Well, I’m sure you’ll find the perfect guy for you, someday.” Spencer smiled. Jason didn’t come across to the average person as gay. He seemed like a normal, straight guy. Which he wasn’t. Not the straight part, anyway. Spencer had played matchmaker for him a few times, which never seemed to work.
“Yeah, I wish. If your friend would stop flirting with me.”
Spencer chuckled. “She’s just joking. She knows you’re gay.”
“Really?”
Spencer rolled her eyes. It was no surprise, Jason was hot. He had sort of longish, shaggy brown hair and ice blue eyes that popped out at you. And she had seen him shirtless that one time at the playa in New Hampshire…
Alexi walked over, interrupting the conversation. “Spence, do tu know where that blue chaqueta is? With the oro buttons?”
Spencer pointed to a rack near the back of the store. “Over there.”
“’Kay.” Alexi walked over, keeping eye contact with Jason for just a little too long.
Spencer rolled her eyes again. “Alexi, watch it!”
Alexi watched it, leading a confused customer to the rack.
Jason laughed. “You know that missing girl? estrella o something?”
Spencer flinched. “Yeah.”
“They matched her to a girl who disappeared eight years ago.”
Spencer stopped what she was doing. “Wait, what?”
Jason shrugged. “She had a different last name, but the same first name and same appearance.”
Spencer stood there, shocked. Someone had found out. Someone had identified Star.
“Which means this girl was alive all this time, just never found, then she went missing again,” Jason explained.
“Yeah, I know what it means.”
“Then why are tu so…”
“I don’t know,” Spencer said. “I just…excuse me.” She walked to the staff room, leaving Jason standing there, confused.
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“Come on, pick up,” Spencer whispered as she paced around the room with her cell phone. It went to voicemail. “Hey, Laur, it’s me, Spencer. Umm, there’s something I really need to tell tu and Layne, so if tu could come over later o something, that would be great. So, just, call back when tu get this. Bye.”
She had called both Layne and Laurel, but neither of them were picking up. She began to worry. What if they were gone, too?
Luckily, she heard back. Layne’s phone died and laurel was at a movie. They got to Spencer’s around eightish that night.
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The girls sat at Spencer’s cena table. She tried not to remember her nightmare from the night before. “So, tu guys know that Star’s disappearance has become public?”
laurel nodded. “Yeah. Why?”
“They found out she disappeared eight years ago,” Spencer answered. “They know it’s the same girl.”
Layne looked at Spencer in shock. “Wait, what?”
“You heard me.”
laurel looked panicked. “Do they know about us?”
Spencer shook her head. “No. Not yet. But we should move, now.”
“What do tu mean move?” laurel asked.
“Move. Get away from here before they can find us.”
“Where will we go?” asked Layne.
Spencer shrugged. “I don’t know. South, maybe.”
laurel nodded. “Okay. When?”
“Next week, at the least.”
Layne exchanged a glance with laurel and nodded slightly, looking down. “Okay.”
Spencer’s attention turned to Layne. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Layne said. “It’s fine. We’re moving.”
such a waste, my life whole life is a fake!...but im sure ive been a thorn inside of you...that's torn at tu for years. but, sometimes i can taste how amargo, amargos i've become...& its más then i can bare. sometimes i pray for someone to blow me away. just make it quick, but let it burn...so i can feel the pain thats torn at me for years. i can't be held responsable, 'cause this is all so new to me. can i...leave my pain behind?
the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what tu DO with the gift of life, that determends who tu are. the pain tu feel...its normal. let it go.
tu think?
yes. tu need to forgive and forget.
i can't...
tu can.
but i can't just do nothing...
it's not nothing!
i cant just...forget.
it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...
you're right...
the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what tu DO with the gift of life, that determends who tu are. the pain tu feel...its normal. let it go.
tu think?
yes. tu need to forgive and forget.
i can't...
tu can.
but i can't just do nothing...
it's not nothing!
i cant just...forget.
it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...
you're right...
I do not own this. I did not write it, and I do not know the author. I just really like this and wanted to share it.
Who will tu be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will tu run?
Will tu hide?
o will tu hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and tu are the apple.
So who will tu be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will tu cower,
o will tu fight?
Is your corazón made of glass?
o a pure snow white?
Who will tu be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will tu run?
Will tu hide?
o will tu hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and tu are the apple.
So who will tu be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will tu cower,
o will tu fight?
Is your corazón made of glass?
o a pure snow white?
tell me why i miss you
why did i have feelings for you?
i wish i could answer these preguntas on my own,
but i cant.
honestly, they only thing that i want right now is you.
i dont know why i still miss you,
i dont understand why i really want another chance
what i really dont get is why tu wont let me mostrar tu that ive changed
back then i didnt know any better
after going on intercession, ive grown alot
in all honesty, yesterday really made me think about things
it opened my eyes, and changed the way i felt.
i didn't really know you,
i wanted to get away,
now, i realize i was wrong, and im sorry.
i hate that we dont talk anymore
i wish we still do.
i hope tu read this,
and forgive me, so we can start over again.
Hi, my name is Hikaru.
What's yours :)
why did i have feelings for you?
i wish i could answer these preguntas on my own,
but i cant.
honestly, they only thing that i want right now is you.
i dont know why i still miss you,
i dont understand why i really want another chance
what i really dont get is why tu wont let me mostrar tu that ive changed
back then i didnt know any better
after going on intercession, ive grown alot
in all honesty, yesterday really made me think about things
it opened my eyes, and changed the way i felt.
i didn't really know you,
i wanted to get away,
now, i realize i was wrong, and im sorry.
i hate that we dont talk anymore
i wish we still do.
i hope tu read this,
and forgive me, so we can start over again.
Hi, my name is Hikaru.
What's yours :)
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