AbbyRosen

"Bye, have a nice day at school." Julia smiled and walked up to her friends. "Thanks, you too." But little did I know, I wouldn't even go to school that day. Because when  I walked to the door, I got stopped by a hand on my shoulder. I looked and saw it was the hand of a girl. She wore black, scratched of nail polish and a little golden ring with a little golden gun on it. I turned around, expecting it was Wilson. But as I turned I looked into Louisiana's big green-brown eyes. Actually, first I looked into her cleavage, because she was way taller than me. But when I looked up, I saw her eyes. "Hi." She said. Her blonde hair was tied into a fr

The next morning, Julia was sitting there with dark circles underneath her eyes. Staring at her cereal. My mom was sitting next to her, reading the newspaper and working on her laptop. Dave was making coffee. I walked up to Julia and sat next to her too. "Good morning." I said. "Good morning, honey." My mom said. "Hi." Julia said, which she got an angry stare for from Dave. Couldn't she talk at all? "Adam, Dave and me are very disappointed in your sister. The way she acted last night, is not to be taken as example. We grounded her for one month." I didn't know why my mom told me this. Probably so I wouldn't do the same things and got scared o

"Did you see that girl?" I asked Ralf, one of the guys from my class. One of my 'friends' that wasn't even a friend at all and actually was just a huge jerk. Everyone agreed on that, I was sure of it. But none of us ever dared to say that out loud. His dad served our country and all but it wasn't like that made him a good guy too. But still, no one had the guts to say that. He was a pretty big guy, Ralf, he was. Even though he actually was just kinda fat. He was still big too. "What girl?" He said, looking around with greedy eyes. He had a girlfriend. Mary. His fourth girlfriend this school year, that only just had begun. I don't get how he d

Louisiana had always been a beauty. That's probably the main reason I still remember the first time I ever saw her, even though we didn't speak. I was a snotty teenage boy of fourteen years old and it was my second year on Thatcher high in Ohio.  All my other friends from church and lower school school went to a local high school from the small town I grew up.  An with my friends, I meant many. My childhood had consisted of playing in forests and hanging around at the skate park. On rainy days we stayed in at Poppy's house, this because she owned an old Nintendo 64 and a pool-table. I was so used to having over three close friends that I coul

Ever opened your eyes but still remained in utter darkness? As I opened my eyes from what seemed to be a daylong sleep, I looked around and saw nothing more than it. For as most people would've wondered: 'Where Am I?' 'How did I get here?' and most important: 'how do I get out?' I didn't. I knew this place. I had been here many times. But it still felt just as scary, even though it got rather familiar. This place where the silence is so loud it seems deafening. Where the darkness is so bright it blinds you. Where the cold is so sharp it cuts through your skin and reveals your secrets underneath it. The only thing you can really do is sit