SayanoraDon't you dare shed another tear,
I don't want to hear another word from you, "dear".
Spare me from another one of your lies,
I'm seeing you from all new eyes.
You and me,
we weren't meant to be.
From the beginning,
all you did was hide behind your falsehoods,
I could never tell when a truth was told,
but my heart was yours to hold.
Life goes on,
But you're never winning me back,
when all you do is attack.
Don't accuse me of not caring,
don't accuse me of not being there,
and don't accuse me of breaking your heart.
I never set out to hurt you,
but it seemed like you did.
You changed me,
and I feel worse now
than I ever did.
And because of that,
I have to go.
I have a life to get back.
stay out of my life...
LT - July BloomsCAUTION Like most of my more drabbly prose, this was written after midnight and is completely unbeta-ed. Dont say you werent warned.LT - July Blooms7 years ago in Scraps More Like This
The park? Why would we want to show Sportacus and Stephanie a boring bunch of green stuff?
Youre only saying that because you want to drag them all around your fathers stupid bank.
Its not stupid! And its MY bank, anyway.
Stephanie looked from one combatant to the other, a frown slightly crinkling her forehead.
I thought you said you were all friends, she murmured to Pixel.
The boy responded with a warm, reassuring smile, and Stephanie felt herself ease up a little. Aw, Stingy and Trixie bicker all the time. I think its their way of showing that they like each other.
Why on earth would you fight with someone that you like? She pondered.
Pixel shrugged, before turning to the two of them with a hint of mischief in his expressio
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So, he was just another braindead, lamentably yummy jock. Perhaps he was a somewhat unusual specimen of the breed his posse consisting of grubby, bouncy rugrats was certa
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The sports hero was currently kneeling in the middle of the road, surrounded by a messy pile of paper bags and boxes. The items once contained in them were spilled haphazardly across the ground. His muted apologies to the taller man were drowned out by the livid declaration that he was the klutziest blue kangaroo in the world. As he tried to gather all the objects back into their receptacles, those angry grey-green eyes just seemed to bore into poor Sportacus more keenly.
Robbie had been away for the weekend, travelling into the city for what he claimed to be important villains business. Judging from the massive haul of shopping he had brought back with him, Sportacus guessed that villains business was mostly retail therapy. Funnily enough, the elf had missed him Lazytown always seemed less colourful without his eccentricies and bizarre inventions aroun
NOT COLDI was running down the stairs, when I bumped against this familiar stranger. I said sorry, but all I got was a cold glare. Who does he think he is? I said sorry. Oh, never mind.NOT COLD5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
"Hurry! Next class is about to start and it's on the other side of the campus!" Jenna yelled bitchily in her high-pitched annoying voice.
"Coming!" I exclaimed, as I rushed down faster. Jenna's a friend. Well, almost. We have four classes together so we kind of walk together to next classes. "Who's that guy again? In history class, the quiet one who aced the test earlier?"
There it goes again, that glued smile and the waves to everyone we pass by. Is she running for council president or something? Haven't heard of that. "You talking to me?" she said and continues the waving thing.
"Uh, yeah. Who else?"
"What was that again?" she asked as she tilted her head.
"I said who was that "
"Oh, hi Jenn and what was your name again?" this Clark guy just popped out of nowhere and barged in.