lizzie6376

God does save everyone entirely yearlong.

Imagine a girl... Imagine her heart... Imagine who holds it dear.

  The school ending bell rings at Webern Catholic School; the hallways and outside areas flooding with students.  Some laughing, some writing down last minute notes in their folders, all excited about the new weekend.  Anna Blake hurried out the door along with the rest of her classmates, pulling at the end of her plaid uniform skirt unconsciously while glancing around for a good route to get to her locker.  It was always crazy at this time of day with everyone nearly killing each other to get to the exit and out of the strict Catholic school teacher's reach.  Anna saw a gap in a crowd and hurried to join the flow of students, trying hard

"Sometimes, when I dream, it feels like there's someone else in there with me." "Mm-hmm." Dr. Nigel murmurs, scribbling down on his clip board. Sometimes, I even wonder if he is actually listening to me and writing stuff down rather than doodling.  I glance over to his page as I think this. But he sees what I'm trying to do and moves the board away, giving me a look. I blush and move a strand of hair behind my ear, a little thing I have been doing lately when I get embarrassed. "B-but I don't know why? I mean, i-it's not possible… right?" He smiles at me with sympathy.  "No. Of course not, Miss Blake." I glance do

  I lay under a big patch of water, my hair longer than I keep it floating all around me.  I wonder what I am doing in a place like this.  I've never seen so much water in one place before.   It tastes different.  Salty.  Like tears.   I don't breathe; I don't think I know how.  Or rather I don't care anymore.  My chest hurts, each second getting worse.   I want release.  I want out.  But more than anything, I want to see that face again.   Which face? I do not know.  I cannot remember. My mind is too

  "Sara, I have to go."  I shook my head furiously, clutching his sleeve harder. "No, you can't."  "Sara..." He put his hand over mine as it clutches his sleeve. His hand was warm naturally, but when he touched my skin, it felt as if my hand was on fire.  "We'll think of something," I hurried out. "Anything. We-we-"  He put his hand on my shoulder. "Stop it, Sara. You're hyperventilating."  Tears streamed my face. Great, now I'm crying. I thought.  He leaned his head down to see my face. I turned my head so he couldn't see me crying, even though I knew it was childish and he probably already knew I was.  He sighed. "Sara, you do

  You never know how much you can fall in love with someone in a short amount of time, until it actually happens.  And when it does, it's like nothing you can compare to.  And I know from statistics and book studies that I shouldn't be saying that I have these emotions for one person, that I'm just a teenager, that I'm too young.  But it's hard to keep those thoughts in your mind when you feel the emotions of love.  It really is like floating on a cloud, especially when you figure out the exact feelings for that someone.   But when something like what's happening now happens, when s