Rain was pattering against the windows of your small room. You had been staring at the water falling from the heavens for over an hour now, waiting for Steve to come visit you. It was getting late, but he promised he would come, so you were still waiting. The nurses had helped you get dressed in some of your finest clothes, even though you knew the super soldier didn’t care about that. Neither did you, for that matter.
Not for a long time.
You had known Steve since high school when your family had moved to the house beside his after your dad had lost his job. You had become friends right away and together with Bucky, you had
You were trying your best to behave like you promised Natasha before you leave your apartment. She knew you hate attending parties and the worst part of it is that it’s Tony’s party. Not listening to what it is about, you were under obligation for Natasha, any parties she goes to—she has the permission to take you with her. Not a date but a support. This is the result if you want your best friend to make friends beside Clint and it worked, at least most of the time.
“At least try to look excited,” Natasha says as she took a sip of her champagne. You roll your eyes at your best friend.
“And to think that y
Sipping at my chocolate milk, i try to think what i do next.
Then a idea came to my head...Seek my old things, for art of my youth.
Now i sound like Rock Lee.
Not that i care about it much. He is cute in his own way.
Why can the world not be like Digimon?
Then i had a cool buddy and fight to save the world.
Before anyone ask, "Yes, chocolate milk makes me....mmh?....strange."
But then again, anyone have something that makes them strange.
Like when the teacher spoke of theme water, i fell asleep while the rest of the class had to go to the bathroom.
Note-to-myself : Never ever again! Fall asleep in class while yo
While i listing at this very moment, the group "Three Days Grace", i try to get to write for the first time, The Journal.
Some will think, "What is bad about it?" or "What important about it.".
Well,...i sit here for the sixty time (i think) trying to be brave to write something about myself.
I'm a girl of the age, 19 old, had have a tough life in my past, even i hate to tell someone that i had it tough. I mean i feel just brat to say i have it tough. They are many others with more or same trouble or problems.
I'm not good in trusting people like i was younger. My parents are hardworking people, and i am not only child. I have a big broth