My First Day Of High School (Based on real #life, yesterday) I walked through the doors of my school, the usual yellow walls, flowers on the windows, crafted by little children, everyone I knew was in crowds of boys and girls, I awkwardly walked up to the group, I saw my friend Emily and Jessica, and ugh...Eline.... My mood suddenly dropped, I was hoping shed move school, anyway, We walked into the library, and took a seat in the rows, Eline in front of me, I sighed "Hey! Hey Isabelle!" I heard a familiar voice exclaim, "Oh! Sofie!" We had been talking for a while, untill Eline broke the comversation "Isabelle, why are you dressed, like, um... That?" she pointlessly asked, "Ugh," is all I said, It was my favourite t-shirt, It had a puppy with rainbow sunglasses on, the teachers walked in and started talking about high school, I noticed I looked too different, I was an anime/goth/music/ Dub step/animation/ Warriorcats nerd, And so was my friend, but sadly she wasn't there on the day, If only people could take a look at my animations, then they would like me for my talents, and not listen to Eline....

A Cold Glance, A Kiss A dark glance shattered the glass, she lost her cool, "If I see you again I swear, I'll kick you so hard, your breath will smell of shoe polish!" she yelled, he ignored her 'false' threat, and continued with his ice-cold stare, his black polished nailes tapping on the desk, suddenly the door slammed open so shut so hard that the desk, chair and he, falling towards her, but I guess his lips broke his fall, a kiss, all that was ever done, a kiss... She stood up shivering, "I....I ...aaahh!" she muttered and left the room, he, laying there left spell bound, his eyes wide, 'what just happened?'

⚡Fighter⚡ Carry on what you started, I know it does sound hard, But there are times in #life, That it's hard to start. Carry on what you started, I know it does sound hard, Be brave for me, And listen to your heart.

The Pigeon A pigeon sat perched apon a picket fence, it's feathers ruffled in the breeze, all was quiet, all was silent, untill a sound came from the trees, it was the sound of many men, it was the sound of many battles, this pigeon could see the future, and this pigeon could see the past, the pigeon tilted his head slightly, wondering how long his stillness would last, he heard history being carved into stone, a memory he could call his own, he gazed upon the grass, and the huge shadow it cast, he spread his wings and darted into the air, squinting his eyes from the sun's glare, and looked beyond what human eyes could see, the Celtic history, in his vision, was just blowing along the breeze. A strange creature flew beside him, it was a small Urish fairy, her hair like grass, her eyes like glass. The pigeon flew with the creature, inspected every sound, he heard something near the ground, he lunged down and landed, a glass mirror to him she handed, with one peck of the glass he would come into the past. He pecked the glass, returned to the past, and saw the sights before him, he carved his name into stone and from it he shall be known

Rainbow Everyone wants happiness. No one wants pain. But you can't make a rainbow without a little rain.