Bella and Bones

, your passion and purpose. Intricate if you have absolutely no idea wh

rnment in the year 1867 from Russia, you’d think that’s quite an unusual fact that might

nd how much I have cost him in all my seventeen years of existence and whatnot. He dragged me to work with him, to learn the value of hard work I presumed. I probably missed the whole point. All I picked up were in these order;

his teeth. His sleeves rolled up, shirt unbuttoned, taking long drags and puffing out smoke. Which looked li

est in the game. We both knew the Dire Wolves always lost to the Panthers. It bec

ed last week at Big Ben’s Dinner where I work. When Sabrina the hottest freshmen, slapped me and said she would never think of being friends with a creep like me, or worse go out with me. She even said something along the lines of me being a potential serial killer. She assumed I was hitting on her when in truth I was only being friendly. I felt really

op ranking social outcasts; I needed to dive to the bottom of that list (yes there was a list), and if I’m lucky, maybe even get off the list entirely. I had to make a move, hit it big, before I begin to consider shipping off to the army after my senior year. Dad said college is not happening

eventually, I excused myself, went up to my room. I picked up my

he texted back, We’

’s we?

oners to the four walls of our alma mater. He replied. The session was to commence on Monday; we were going to be juniors a

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re. I texted. My reputation you see was pretty much barte

’s not in your favor I don’t want to see you stuffed insi

om being stuffed in one waste bin or the other. By the time we were in high school, Blake found more creative and effective ways of ruining

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d them on as fast as I could. Feeling a sense of urgency, a rush of what felt like optimism. The love of my life, (whom I never speak to) has broken up with her boyfriend. This might be my opportunity this might be what I’ve been waiting for. I wore my all stars and walked over to the mirror. I sprayed perfume after I managed to comb my hair into partial s

consequences. I was just glad my dad didn’t take away my phone. When I got to the living room, he still sat in his chair. I hovered around a bit, thinking of a subtle way to tell him I wanted to go out, but there was none. “Dad I’m going to Erick’s” I said and of course I lied. If he actually knew where I was headed he’d kill me. He t

me for a while. I think he was accessing my usual choice of clothing. “Well, I think it’s about time you started going out again” he said and relieve flooded my body. “Now listen carefully, your curfew

r I do”

ut screw it I won’t walk. I wouldn’t call walking all the way to the docks suicide per se. It was more like premeditated self-murder(which in itself is still suicide) if that word ever existed; knowing if you walked there, you’d probably die, but you decide to kill yourself still by walking. I imagined my organs refusing to function, lungs stop expanding and contracting, brain starts starving from low oxygen, and

own beards and aprons hanging down from their necks. I waved at Bob, he was one of the decent guys among them. I dug into my pocket and collected my phon

y the docks? He

ridding unicorns. Yes by the docks

t I’d be doing if I smoke one more time… you really didn’t t

where the f

shore… security measures… I’ve

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o meet them after all. I started the lonely walk along the shore. Cold winds blew, and it kinda felt good. The birds sang