The Eyes Are the Windows to the Soul

            My heart beat fast against my chest as I passed the corner of the stony cold walls...

            As soon as I woke up this morning, I could tell that sixteen wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

            Alright, so maybe my definition of “morning” was actually when the stars started peeking out from the ebony sky. But it was late August, with a beautiful diamond moon hanging low over the horizon, and the clock next to me spelled out 8:45.

A Different Project

Hi! It's me-- yeah, I know, I haven't updated in a while. Mainly because I'm in a phase of writer's block. I am able to write things, but none of it is any good (Bah, humbug!). Part of it, however, is because I'm working on another project right now.
At school, we had to create a movie with seven captions and facts to address a social problem. We also were supposed to set it to music and analyze the song lyrics. I finished mine, and then the teacher of the class saw it and said it was good. Then he called home to say it was really, really good, and they were going to use it in the school's bullying cirriculum. So, to show off my *amazing and genius talentedness,* I'm going to post it here. :-) I hope you enjoy it!

PS- The asterisks are essentially the same thing as a sarcasm sign. :-) For all you Sheldons out there!

PPS- I claim no rights to the song "Skyscraper." Rights belong solely to artist Demi Lovato and her recording company. 

Unloaded- Chapter One

RICHARD LAUGHED WHEN I PULLED OUT THE GUN.

      “What is this, some sort of half-assed robbery?” he said, snickering.
      I glared at him, my hands itching to grab at his throat and choke his Spanish accent off of the face of the earth. I still had some things to learn, this being my first break-in, but he didn’t have to laugh. I mean, after all, everyone knows robbers always have guns on them.
      His brown eyes rushed through a rare moment of seriousness as his fingers quickly disassembled the pistol.

A Magnetic Attraction: I Can't Stop Snuggly-Wugglying You!

*Please note that this is a story mocking ridiculous, sappy, lovey-dovey smooshy-wooshy couples*

*In no way is this advice. If you consider it so, then please seek medical attention immediately.*

*You are probably a serial killer or something.*

It Doesn't Matter

          My shoulder strap dug into my arm and my Converse made deep imprints beneath the wet soil I walked on. My favorite black hoodie was weighted by the rain. I stuck my thumbs through some holes in the sleeves, attempting to block the breezes flowing through them.

          The rain continued to fall in relentless sheets over my head, but I had grown used to the cold, the wet, and the otherwise unnerving. Trees carried the raindrops and cradled them in their darkening, dead leaves, before letting them fall down to the earth.