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Snow Days Ch. 1Note: I kind of shifted from First-Person point of view to third-person. Was that a good idea? Leave your thoughts in the comments! I welcome all feedback, and please read the description.
Edit: Well, fixed the story. Just changed from First-person to third-person. It may sound better. Hope you enjoy!
A thick, white blanket of snow covered the landscape of the state in which dirty blonde, 15 year old Patricia Avery lived: Colorado. It's December and Christmas is just around the corner. It's her favorite time of year, because every time she had the chance, she'd go out to see Jack. He's quite the fellow; very mischievous. She's known him since she was a child. As for him? Well, he's been around far longer than anyone. He's every girl's dream boy…he's her dream boy, too.
There's no point in denying it.
She put on her red scarf and black, furry boots, slipped on a fur coat, cheetah printed at the collar, and black gloves, and headed outside. She smile
The Break-UpThe typical breakup is supposed to be heartbreaking. You never wanna see your ex again and you hate him and hate yourself for loving him, etc.
My breakup was different.
Overconfidence had taken over my mind. I was so sure my boyfriend and I wouldn't break up, no matter what. I was convinced we could overcome any obstacle and that nothing could tear us apart.
I recently fell in love with someone else, and my heart was aching to belong to him, but I denied myself over and over, making myself believe a lie that I still wanted to be with my boyfriend.
My boyfriend and I had a talk about relationships one night. He said this:
"If you're thinking about someone else while you're in a relationship, it's better to call it quits" because sooner or later, you're going to hurt the person you're with by doing something stupid with the other guy you're falling for and aching to be with.
I was scared. I was so scared. I didn't wanna tell him that that was what was happening to me at tha
Just a Different GirlSchool. It's just around the corner.
Many of you have probably heard the story of a girl who pretends to be something she's not, to impress schoolmates who hate her.
Well, I'm slightly different. Only slightly. I don't pretend to be something I'm not. I close myself up and trust no one.
I am shy, quiet, and ignore everyone around me, except my friends. But it's hard to talk with them, even. I still can't be myself round them.
There is only one whom I trust completely, with my whole life story and with my heart.
But it's different outside of school. He's sweet, I'm sweet back, I blush, he laughs; we're insane together. He's madly in love with me; but I'm madly in love with someone else: my boyfriend. Even so, I have fallen for him as well.
It's difficult to be who I am when I am in school. It's impossible to show my affection for my friend, my best friend, because he will be ridiculed, and I will be accused of cheating on my boyfriend; just another reason for everyone in school to
MisophoniaTo me, certain letters in a word sound different. It causes this rage inside of me, like I want to punch something. When a person eats, especially someone I'm close to, it causes me to leave the room. I can't stand the chewing, the smacking, the gulping. It makes me angry.
I have lived with this condition for 7 years. It started when I was ten years old.
One day, my family and I were praying, something in my brain snapped. I couldn't stand the sound of anything with the letter "s", or something sounding like the letter "s", like "cement". I would just get angry.
I covered my ears, because they forbid me to leave the room.
I said the words back, because it was the only thing I could do to keep me from going nuts.
It was torture. Pure torture.
I always asked to go to the restroom. That was the only relief I felt as we prayed.
Naturally, my parents thought there was nothing wrong and that I was just being a brat. I didn't know what was wrong, but I knew that for once in my l
ForgivenessI was raised as a Catholic Christian. My parents taught me all about forgiveness, such as how and why. As you all know, it's not easy to do.
Forgiving others was easy for me when I was little. I didn't think much about what others did to me I suppose and I forgave them and let it go.
Unfortunately, they kept doing it--making fun of me, pointing and laughing at my mistakes, making fun of my blonde hair, my blue eyes and anything else that they could find wrong about me, such as my pimples. As I grew older, it was harder and harder to forgive.
Their insults were getting more clever, meaner and dirtier.
I held grudges; secret grudges that I kept to myself. Why should I tell anyone? All the adults will say is that they're messing around and to just ignore it. So I turned to God. I asked what I should do.
But I was impatient. I felt like God wasn't answering any of my prayers. So I turned to music. I listened to it day after day and I felt better. Inspiring songs got me through the d
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