Wish It Was Me ----> A Story Of Beauty
Chapter one
Me
The summer sun burned at the Earth and busy students would quickly run to shade. I sat on a bench alone. With my school bag right by me, I pulled out a book with burned out Письмо on it. Dream Diary was labled on it.
I flipped through several pages of my Dream Diary and wrote on the Далее blank page. Page three hundred and one. I started Письмо with my feather leather pen.
Dear Dream Dairy,
Hey, this is my latest Письмо in here and today its a frying egg race on sun v.S. Human. Boy, we're losing to the heat!
As of what we know for еще then like FOREVER, my name is Asylas Dance.
I don't really have any Друзья and I won't to have at least ONE friend. Ya, I don't really talk much as most but I'm just..., I have no idea how to say it. Sorry...
The thing about this Dream Diary is that its like my best friend! I found it outside in a tunnel from the Ripple Bunk Park! The one who use to own it was a boy named Lance Riddle. I would like to meet him but he сказал(-а) he was going to a 'magical' place? Must be high или on drugs, right?
I have to go, thirty минуты till we leave school. That's not getting any better. Wish It Wasn't Me.
Wish It Wasn't Me,
Asylas Dance
The break колокол, колокольчик, белл rung and everyone started towards their lockers или teachers for their own peruse. I quickly went to my locker and shuffled through to the mainly get out of trouble papers and the колокол, колокольчик, белл rung again. School was over for another day.
Everyone rushed out of the halls like a infested bee hive with no breathing room. The shoving and pushing caused me to walk home. So I nearly screamed in pieces.
I opened the silver door to my angered Главная and I walked up stairs. My mom was at work till eleven o'clock and I never knew my dad. My mother, Ginger Rates, is a вверх chef but I can't cook very Well.
As I entered my messy but stylish room, I grabbed a mirror. Why did my parents hate me so much? My reflection never answered. my red long hair jabbed at me while my two miss matched eyes gleamed. One purple blue eye and yellow огонь eye. At the age of fifteen, a shear of happiness was in me. Wonder why?
Well, the answer was me. I am who I am. I never asked to be born. I always try to smile and be seen but that's impossible. Only, impossible is always possible. Ты just go to try and unlock the golden you. I sat at the ground and opened my dream dairy. I was now Письмо on another page, ready to be filled.
Dear Dream Diary,
here's a song called "Battle Cry"~!
every one has their own wish,
but do we hear the bliss?
i am trying to hold on,
but I can't pretend.
As the battle started,
I didn't want to pretend it was all good.
Crash and Grave the mind,
letting go for light,
hoping to give all,
but Its just not right.
(chorus)
Here I go,
with Ты never too late.
I can't pretend again.
The battle cries comfort Ты to a welcome,
while the blood's spilled.
Thousands meet doom,
but Ты meet the last breath.
(The last breath)
battle cries are too true but when their cold and silence,
that's the biggest scream.
While screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for light,
tormuntated and daily defeated by you.
Don't want the blood ever,
maybe I'll wake up for tears.
comfort in tears,
Battle Cries,
Battle cries are too loud!
I can hear them everywhere.
So untold in the light,
battle after battle till the end.
Вопрос is,
what end?
Holding the child's hand,
watching her fade.
Ты are so sick in mind.
Wanting to cry for me,
Вопрос is,
how will it help her?
Battle cries,
Defeating the horror in this,
is waging up an answer?
Battle cries is you,
its the definition.
i'm so sorry that I can help.
Let's wake up for once.
There's the song! I hope Ты like it! Thanks, for Чтение this Ты guys. Who ever read it must please continue the wonderful piece of this Dream Diary! Thanks?
Write in here later,
Asylas Dance
For a while, my mind was Холодное сердце and easily vanished. My сердце developed a long Остаться в живых reason to live. Everybody talks in a день but what about a bone dry month?
I closed my Dream Diary and placed it under my mattress secretly. I steady myself before walking down stairs and into the almost falling roof of the kitchen. I searched the кухня for something to eat and finally, I found it. I found the chicken салат and toppings. I started making my Избранное салат and when I finished, I sat at the living room.
Everything you'd to know about me is that I'm not a Популярное person. I don't need to be in that situation.
I don't really have any friends. In fact, I have none. No one really talks to me. Even my mother doesn't reconize that I'm alive until I get up front of her.
Sometimes I feel like I'm a ghost of wanna be seen. The way how I'm seen is hurtful. My silence is a scream like no other that has busted their ear drums out for the last beat. I quickly ate my Еда and stood up. I walked to the living room t.V. and channel fifty eight was on.
The t.V. Screen flashed on to Показать a news reporter with a girl. The girl was like my age? Her розовый редис, редька hair was so long and short! She was like a model. The girl was talking about a new band? Just then a electric гитара started to play and the them caught my feet.
The camera turned to the гитара to Показать a teenage girl with long blue hair. The two girls seemed like sisters?
The гитара beat was like a controller cause I felt like dancing. My feet moved automatically to the beat and then the blue hair girl started to sing, " as the wind tumbles,
so does he.
Even the sun sets in paradise.
Crumbled beneath my wings,
so I fall asleep,
hoping to regain your trust.
Help me,
please oh my little,
save me-"
The girl with розовый hair growled at the blue hair girl, " stop singing! Announce the news already!"
The blue haired girl frowned, " in three days we will have a compatioton to see who is the Далее band member. Rather what ever your talent is, send us a peak at it. Back to Ты Heather. " She pointed at the розовый haired girl.
I turned off the t.v and quickly thought about something. My talent.
Chapter one
Me
The summer sun burned at the Earth and busy students would quickly run to shade. I sat on a bench alone. With my school bag right by me, I pulled out a book with burned out Письмо on it. Dream Diary was labled on it.
I flipped through several pages of my Dream Diary and wrote on the Далее blank page. Page three hundred and one. I started Письмо with my feather leather pen.
Dear Dream Dairy,
Hey, this is my latest Письмо in here and today its a frying egg race on sun v.S. Human. Boy, we're losing to the heat!
As of what we know for еще then like FOREVER, my name is Asylas Dance.
I don't really have any Друзья and I won't to have at least ONE friend. Ya, I don't really talk much as most but I'm just..., I have no idea how to say it. Sorry...
The thing about this Dream Diary is that its like my best friend! I found it outside in a tunnel from the Ripple Bunk Park! The one who use to own it was a boy named Lance Riddle. I would like to meet him but he сказал(-а) he was going to a 'magical' place? Must be high или on drugs, right?
I have to go, thirty минуты till we leave school. That's not getting any better. Wish It Wasn't Me.
Wish It Wasn't Me,
Asylas Dance
The break колокол, колокольчик, белл rung and everyone started towards their lockers или teachers for their own peruse. I quickly went to my locker and shuffled through to the mainly get out of trouble papers and the колокол, колокольчик, белл rung again. School was over for another day.
Everyone rushed out of the halls like a infested bee hive with no breathing room. The shoving and pushing caused me to walk home. So I nearly screamed in pieces.
I opened the silver door to my angered Главная and I walked up stairs. My mom was at work till eleven o'clock and I never knew my dad. My mother, Ginger Rates, is a вверх chef but I can't cook very Well.
As I entered my messy but stylish room, I grabbed a mirror. Why did my parents hate me so much? My reflection never answered. my red long hair jabbed at me while my two miss matched eyes gleamed. One purple blue eye and yellow огонь eye. At the age of fifteen, a shear of happiness was in me. Wonder why?
Well, the answer was me. I am who I am. I never asked to be born. I always try to smile and be seen but that's impossible. Only, impossible is always possible. Ты just go to try and unlock the golden you. I sat at the ground and opened my dream dairy. I was now Письмо on another page, ready to be filled.
Dear Dream Diary,
here's a song called "Battle Cry"~!
every one has their own wish,
but do we hear the bliss?
i am trying to hold on,
but I can't pretend.
As the battle started,
I didn't want to pretend it was all good.
Crash and Grave the mind,
letting go for light,
hoping to give all,
but Its just not right.
(chorus)
Here I go,
with Ты never too late.
I can't pretend again.
The battle cries comfort Ты to a welcome,
while the blood's spilled.
Thousands meet doom,
but Ты meet the last breath.
(The last breath)
battle cries are too true but when their cold and silence,
that's the biggest scream.
While screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for light,
tormuntated and daily defeated by you.
Don't want the blood ever,
maybe I'll wake up for tears.
comfort in tears,
Battle Cries,
Battle cries are too loud!
I can hear them everywhere.
So untold in the light,
battle after battle till the end.
Вопрос is,
what end?
Holding the child's hand,
watching her fade.
Ты are so sick in mind.
Wanting to cry for me,
Вопрос is,
how will it help her?
Battle cries,
Defeating the horror in this,
is waging up an answer?
Battle cries is you,
its the definition.
i'm so sorry that I can help.
Let's wake up for once.
There's the song! I hope Ты like it! Thanks, for Чтение this Ты guys. Who ever read it must please continue the wonderful piece of this Dream Diary! Thanks?
Write in here later,
Asylas Dance
For a while, my mind was Холодное сердце and easily vanished. My сердце developed a long Остаться в живых reason to live. Everybody talks in a день but what about a bone dry month?
I closed my Dream Diary and placed it under my mattress secretly. I steady myself before walking down stairs and into the almost falling roof of the kitchen. I searched the кухня for something to eat and finally, I found it. I found the chicken салат and toppings. I started making my Избранное салат and when I finished, I sat at the living room.
Everything you'd to know about me is that I'm not a Популярное person. I don't need to be in that situation.
I don't really have any friends. In fact, I have none. No one really talks to me. Even my mother doesn't reconize that I'm alive until I get up front of her.
Sometimes I feel like I'm a ghost of wanna be seen. The way how I'm seen is hurtful. My silence is a scream like no other that has busted their ear drums out for the last beat. I quickly ate my Еда and stood up. I walked to the living room t.V. and channel fifty eight was on.
The t.V. Screen flashed on to Показать a news reporter with a girl. The girl was like my age? Her розовый редис, редька hair was so long and short! She was like a model. The girl was talking about a new band? Just then a electric гитара started to play and the them caught my feet.
The camera turned to the гитара to Показать a teenage girl with long blue hair. The two girls seemed like sisters?
The гитара beat was like a controller cause I felt like dancing. My feet moved automatically to the beat and then the blue hair girl started to sing, " as the wind tumbles,
so does he.
Even the sun sets in paradise.
Crumbled beneath my wings,
so I fall asleep,
hoping to regain your trust.
Help me,
please oh my little,
save me-"
The girl with розовый hair growled at the blue hair girl, " stop singing! Announce the news already!"
The blue haired girl frowned, " in three days we will have a compatioton to see who is the Далее band member. Rather what ever your talent is, send us a peak at it. Back to Ты Heather. " She pointed at the розовый haired girl.
I turned off the t.v and quickly thought about something. My talent.
Onza
Onza Is the youngest out of the three. But she's one person who is willing to battle for what she believes in. She has Long snow white hair and red eyes.
Lilith
Lilith Is very quite she has amazing senses and Ты don't want to mess with her when she is mad.
Zula
Zula is the leader of the three she is very dark and mean she's is one person who Ты don't want to meet
Fierce & Love
Malmcd
1.I'am not as peaceful as I may seem...
2.I'am known for horrible reasons...
3.I hate myself for the things I've done to myself, such as break my own arm...on pupose.
4.I lie....
5.As much as I tal about peace, I always prevent it..
5.My brothers take me for ganted...
6.I have taken a life once..
7.I'am just another bad Источник of destruction sometimes..
8.I get really defensive when ever they talk about my parents..
9.I have scars from the beatings I took...
10.I'am quite a pervert, not to my Друзья though..
This isn't even half of the bad things about me. If Ты knew all the pain I've gon through, It would make Ты go insane. I have suffered too much from pain. It makes my head ache if I ever think of my pain.... It makes me cry until it hurts whenever I remeber me hurting myself. I hope this dosen't make Ты hate me even more...
2.I'am known for horrible reasons...
3.I hate myself for the things I've done to myself, such as break my own arm...on pupose.
4.I lie....
5.As much as I tal about peace, I always prevent it..
5.My brothers take me for ganted...
6.I have taken a life once..
7.I'am just another bad Источник of destruction sometimes..
8.I get really defensive when ever they talk about my parents..
9.I have scars from the beatings I took...
10.I'am quite a pervert, not to my Друзья though..
This isn't even half of the bad things about me. If Ты knew all the pain I've gon through, It would make Ты go insane. I have suffered too much from pain. It makes my head ache if I ever think of my pain.... It makes me cry until it hurts whenever I remeber me hurting myself. I hope this dosen't make Ты hate me even more...