Playing the Part Ch.4I was walking around the corner towards his house. As I walked down the long narrow footpath I wondered what the topic of conversation would be today. As I walked along I counted the number of leaves I could step on before I made it to his front door. I managed to get to 124 leaves. I walked up the front steps and knocked on the pine door. He answered still in his pyjamas, a white singlet with flannelet pants. He never could wake up before 10 on the weekend.Playing the Part Ch.4
Playing the Part Ch.3We always managed to fight and somehow I was always to blame. Even when I did nothing I was wrong. But it didn't matter he had that power over me. I always caved in first, the first to apologise to say I'm sorry. To have him give back and emotional response. Sometimes remorse other times frustration and anger. Mostly anger though. He always did have a bad temper.Playing the Part Ch.3
Playing the Part Ch,2I never thought someone could have such an impact on me not like the way he did. His deep blue eyes and gorgeous face always drew me in. Always made me forgive him for what he had done. After all he was my best friend. But still no one had powers over me like him. Whether he knew it or not I didn't know. If he did know he was an asshole, if he didn't know then he was my best friend. I always hoped he didn't know the power he held over me. But unfortunately the evidence was against me.Playing the Part Ch,2
Playing the PartWho would have thought that fitting in was so important? In this day and age where gender no longer mattered and race only rarely was an issue. Well if you said not me you would be an idiot. Why? Because fitting in is what gives people power and control. Its what makes the world go round. Our schools, workplaces, governments even families are focused around one thing. Fitting in to survive or at least thats what I thought before. When I had to fight to fit in, fight to be a part of my family, fight to be like everyone else I knew.Playing the Part
| well im allison i write poetry and the occasional story i write about my life although i over exagerate a little more than bit enjoy...(: |
id like if you read this
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i love your work
truly interesting
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do you see what you are doing or are you blinded by ignorance?
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-Okay, well this is the cafeteria.
-Cool..
-Right, this is the Jocks table, there are the Populars. The Emo kids sit by the door. The Goths, in the corner there.
-What about THAT table?
-DON'T GO THERE.
-Why not?
-The DEATH NOTE FANGIRLS sit there.
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-Okay, well this is the cafeteria.
-Cool..
-Right, this is the Jocks table, there are the Populars. The Emo kids sit by the door. The Goths, in the corner there.
-What about THAT table?
-DON'T GO THERE.
-Why not?
-The DEATH NOTE FANGIRLS sit there.
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