Scarred The door slammed shut and i knew i would never see him again. Standing helplessly on the scarred pavement i watched as the car drove away, sinking into the mass of vehicles that flooded the road. Being only a witness as my #life-long companion left me standing in the dirt, the overwhelming feeling of loss resonating through me. "This is it" i thought to myself as i walked away, looking back only to catch a glimpse of the black car disappearing into the distance. "This is it"

Manipulation #1 I guess you could say im talented, maybe even exceptional. Well, thats what the Hartley academy for exceptional young minds thought, anyway. My name is eliza, and apparently i am an extremely rare "breed" of talents. My mothers family tree leads all the way back to one of the most powerful talents family's there has ever been. There are only two other family lines as strong as we are. So no pressure of course. I only found this out last year, and im still a bit shocked. Im used to being the quiet girl at the back of class, but at this school, im finally somebody, someone to fear, that is. My name is eliza black, And I am the last manipulator.

Sometimes Sometimes i want to Be on my own Sometimes i want to Be left alone Sometimes i want to Escape from the madness Sometimes i want to Get away from the sadness Always i need to Be strong

Grrrrr Dear lads fighting outside my house, Think your big and tough? Wait until you see me coming. Its dangerous to wake me up. Sincerely, the girl about to kick your ass.

Ikea Craving I have a bit of a craving, So im going to ikea tomorrow. To drive us all the way there, My friends mum i will borrow. Waking up nice and early, Ready to feed my desire. Me and my friends off to shop, But its not a wardrobe i require. Im not going to buy a bed, Or something normal like that, I wont be searching for the perfect chair, Or a "home sweet home" doormat! Im not going to ikea, For paint to go on my walls, All i want and all i need, Is to have the yummy meatballs! True story.