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Sometimes when I think of the future, I see myself all alone,with no one near me. I have an empty job and an empty apartment. Its because true love and soul mates aren't real. Its because friends don't last. Its because we are all destined to reproduce and die, and that's all. Sometimes when I think, I see myself living with my perfect little daughter, working in a good job in a nice home. Its because I want to adopt and then help her grow to be who or what she desires to be. I live without a partner because true love and soul mates aren't real. I have an average job because mommy puts her baby first like society asks of her.

As the bell rang, second grade Frank, scrambled out from his class and into the hallway. The seven year old raced the clock to arrive at the "meeting spot." Every day after school, Frank was to meet with his best friends, Mikey and Gerard Way, and walk home with them. Since their parents all worked late, they walked together in a group before going to their appropriate houses. Mikey and Gerard were at the spot moments later. Five year old Mikey pushed his glasses up his nose, a familiar habit, as he smiled at Frank. "Hey, Frankie," Mikey said. "Are you allowed to come over today?" "I can't," Frank frowned, the two boys mimicking his expre

I pulled into my driveway after dropping Mikey off at Ray's. He couldn't stop bouncing around—the car had been shaking the whole ride home. I got out of my car to find Frankie sitting on the front steps. I smiled, "How long have you been here?" "Not long," he grinned tiredly. "Sorry I wasn't there sixth period. I was in the office, being questioned about punching that guy earlier." "What happened?" I asked as I let him in the house. "Nothing," he kept smiling, "he didn't want to admit it was me. I got away with it." "Nice," I lead him up stairs, where he started going through my comics. "Just don't use it as an excuse for using more

i dont want to grow up i want to be a child forever i want to be able to be immature and not pick up my responsibilities i dont want to have to better myself i want to stay a child forever i want to stay irresponsible i want to be able to hide in my fort all day i dont want to meet expectations i dont want to grow up i dont want to leave my fantasy land and make-believe friends i dont want to grow up i dont want to be held responsible for my childish actions i dont want to grow up i want to be a child ever

"No!" I sobbed, staring down at the person I loved so much. I felt his skin start turning cold beneath my palms—which were pressed against his chest as I howled. "You can't leave me!" But, of course, no amount of screaming could change the past, no amount of tears could bring my beloved back to life. This wasn't how stories go. This wasn't a 'Happily Ever After'. This wasn't a child's story. This was life and I was so sure I had just lost. The man I was looking down at was Kain. Was. Now, this was just the soulless, lifeless body of the one I truly loved. Kain was strong, while I was weak. Kain always knew how to keep calm when I panick

I hadn't realized it before, but Patrick was in my P.E. class. I hadn't noticed before as a result to running slower than me, and the fact that most activities were gender separated. I began to slow my pace down and run my laps with him. We didn't get to talk, because whenever we tried, the coach blew his whistle at Patrick for opening his mouth. Even teachers could be bullies. My period in the library was boring—Frankie didn't show. Mikey and I met outside of Mr. Evans class after school. We had to scrap gum out from under the desks. It was a disgusting task. Mr. Evans left the room and Mikey sighed with relief. "I was afraid he woul