Thirty minutos later, the concierto starts and I automatically put my earbuds in to listen to me amazing music. The band walks on stage and I imediately notice the singer, Aiden. I may hate him, but he is stunning. He has gorgeous medium length shaggy black hair and brownish black eyes. He looked so good. As they started singing, I blanked out. I didn't want to hear their scaring music. I might die is I listen to it!
The guitarist, Derek, the one Lillian is still in amor with, has black hair with white highlights. He has this cuteness about him. I'm not saying I like him, but I can kinda see why Lilli whould liike him. He seems sweetish.
Zelliot, Aislinn's crush, is the cutest of them all. He has a cute little gap in his teeth.He has black hair and brown hair. He is the youngest of the group. He is 15 like Aislinn and I.
Devin has blue hair and he is so adorable. He is the one I respect the most because he has been faithful to his girlfriend for so long. I expect him and his girlfriend to get married at some point down the road.
Devin's girlfriend, Ashley, is gorgeous. She has maroonish colored hair. She is stunning and has an amazing personality.
Devin is the oldest memeber he is 18, then Aiden, who is 17, then Ashley, who is 16, then Derek who is also 17, and Zelliot who is 15.
As the concierto continued, I saw the members whisper amongst themselves and Aiden yell into the microphone. Next, thing I know I hear Lilli and Aislinn yelling at me in excitement saying I won a stupid contest. The siguiente thing I know Im being dragged up on stage por a security woman who told me I was very lucky.
"What's your name beautiful?" Aiden asks.
Before I can think my mouth blurts out, " That's none of your concern. It's not like I actually want to be here. I can't stand tu o your stupid band and I don't want to be here. The only reason I'm here is because of my sister and my bestfriend. They amor tu unlike me."
"Stop being such a jerk Willow. tu know tu used to have a crush on Aiden!" I hear Aislinn yell.
"Well, tu wanna know why I stopped liking them Aislinn!?!? It was because sorry bitches at school bullied an eleven año old because she had a crush on a boy she could never have. That's why I started self harming. That's why mom sent me to a mental instutiton at eleven years old. It wasn't because I was depressed, It was all because of them that I changed. I'm sorry I ruined your dream of coming to their concert, but I told tu I couldn't come and tu refused to listen to me." I sobbed as I dropped the microphone and ran off stage.
I ran through the halls and found a backstage door. I ran out the door and sighed in relief when I saw a empty alleyway. I dropped out on the ground and started sobbing.
"May I registrarse you? I think tu need a Ashley hug."
I look up and saw a girl with maroonish colored hair. She was beautiful. This was Ashley Tatiana Asylum.
"That would be great. I sorry I yelled at your boyfriend's band por the way."
"It's fine. I think It helps bring down their ego por the way. I can tell tu still like him." Ashley says.
"Who?" I ask.
"Aiden."
"NOOOO!!! I Hate him, so much! I want to kill him."
"No, that's what tu tell yourself."
"NO I am absolutly sure I hate him."
"Whatever keep telling yourself that.'
"I will."
"Want to be my new bestfriend?"
"Absolutly."
"Good now get your butt back inside. The boys are worried about tu and so are your friends."
"Sure they are. I'm sure those boys hate me por now. I told them how much I hated them on stage." I say.
"They will forgive you, Trust me."
The guitarist, Derek, the one Lillian is still in amor with, has black hair with white highlights. He has this cuteness about him. I'm not saying I like him, but I can kinda see why Lilli whould liike him. He seems sweetish.
Zelliot, Aislinn's crush, is the cutest of them all. He has a cute little gap in his teeth.He has black hair and brown hair. He is the youngest of the group. He is 15 like Aislinn and I.
Devin has blue hair and he is so adorable. He is the one I respect the most because he has been faithful to his girlfriend for so long. I expect him and his girlfriend to get married at some point down the road.
Devin's girlfriend, Ashley, is gorgeous. She has maroonish colored hair. She is stunning and has an amazing personality.
Devin is the oldest memeber he is 18, then Aiden, who is 17, then Ashley, who is 16, then Derek who is also 17, and Zelliot who is 15.
As the concierto continued, I saw the members whisper amongst themselves and Aiden yell into the microphone. Next, thing I know I hear Lilli and Aislinn yelling at me in excitement saying I won a stupid contest. The siguiente thing I know Im being dragged up on stage por a security woman who told me I was very lucky.
"What's your name beautiful?" Aiden asks.
Before I can think my mouth blurts out, " That's none of your concern. It's not like I actually want to be here. I can't stand tu o your stupid band and I don't want to be here. The only reason I'm here is because of my sister and my bestfriend. They amor tu unlike me."
"Stop being such a jerk Willow. tu know tu used to have a crush on Aiden!" I hear Aislinn yell.
"Well, tu wanna know why I stopped liking them Aislinn!?!? It was because sorry bitches at school bullied an eleven año old because she had a crush on a boy she could never have. That's why I started self harming. That's why mom sent me to a mental instutiton at eleven years old. It wasn't because I was depressed, It was all because of them that I changed. I'm sorry I ruined your dream of coming to their concert, but I told tu I couldn't come and tu refused to listen to me." I sobbed as I dropped the microphone and ran off stage.
I ran through the halls and found a backstage door. I ran out the door and sighed in relief when I saw a empty alleyway. I dropped out on the ground and started sobbing.
"May I registrarse you? I think tu need a Ashley hug."
I look up and saw a girl with maroonish colored hair. She was beautiful. This was Ashley Tatiana Asylum.
"That would be great. I sorry I yelled at your boyfriend's band por the way."
"It's fine. I think It helps bring down their ego por the way. I can tell tu still like him." Ashley says.
"Who?" I ask.
"Aiden."
"NOOOO!!! I Hate him, so much! I want to kill him."
"No, that's what tu tell yourself."
"NO I am absolutly sure I hate him."
"Whatever keep telling yourself that.'
"I will."
"Want to be my new bestfriend?"
"Absolutly."
"Good now get your butt back inside. The boys are worried about tu and so are your friends."
"Sure they are. I'm sure those boys hate me por now. I told them how much I hated them on stage." I say.
"They will forgive you, Trust me."
The leader, Miranda, looking like she stepped from a 17 magizine, as always.
This is a song inspired por Anastasia's Once Upon a December. Also, it's the main song for my novel-in-progress, Imaginary. It's a song in which one of the main characters sings to cheer her up when she's scared. And once I finally get the story publicado here, you'll actually see the depth and power and horror of the song.
Written por a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen ángeles always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken mariposas with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Written por a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen ángeles always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken mariposas with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Scraping at the boughs,
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve año old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays paino and guitarra and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!
Introduction
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that tu could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story o movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, o feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as tu probably know. Imaginary friends can be anything tu want them to be. An animal, a creature tu made up, a monster, o just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary friends that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that tu could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story o movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, o feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as tu probably know. Imaginary friends can be anything tu want them to be. An animal, a creature tu made up, a monster, o just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary friends that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
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It was the siguiente day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue camisa, camiseta that dicho "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she dicho "Oh! I didn't give tu a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"
