We’re Not As Bad As You Think
“There has to be another way!” I cry, cringing in my head at how my voice echoes in the small room and how it sounds like a whine.
“I’m sorry Felicity, but there isn’t. Well, there is another way, but you won’t like it.”
So here I am, making my most life changing decision ever, but for you to understand, I need to take you way back.
I’m just sitting in my room, doing my stupid homework and listening to my favorite songs. I hear a thump and turn around. I thought I was home alone… I see a young boy, about my age, with extremely pale skin, very dark back -with a hint of blue- hair, and deep intricate blue eyes. He was wearing a black t shirt, jeans, a black beanie, and some black tennis shoes. He would
“There has to be another way!” I cry, cringing in my head at how my voice echoes in the small room and how it sounds like a whine.
“I’m sorry Felicity, but there isn’t. Well, there is another way, but you won’t like it.”
So here I am, making my most life changing decision ever, but for you to understand, I need to take you way back.
I’m just sitting in my room, doing my stupid homework and listening to my favorite songs. I hear a thump and turn around. I thought I was home alone… I see a young boy, about my age, with extremely pale skin, very dark back -with a hint of blue- hair, and deep intricate blue eyes. He was wearing a black t shirt, jeans, a black beanie, and some black tennis shoes. He would