"tell my mom i'll be home late." she said to her sister as she walked away. her sis new better then to ask so she just walked away slowly hopeing to see were her sister had been going. but once again it was to far and she was no snoop, well atleast not really.
she just walked on and on thinking about the place her place. it was were her friends were, her only friends. she was a pale girl tall good size for a 14 year old brown hair blue eyes. but there was a weirdness to her. she felt and even looked as if she was in pain at school. but when she got to her place she smiled only once or twise but smiled.
she finly got there and she could see them her friends her gosts her spirts. she sat under her willow tree sitting and stareing at them all flying about her. they made her happy. because they werent people. people are hatefull and bring you down when all you want is up. they belive in a god and tell you what to do and not to do, because of him but she new, she new that they were no better then anyone else. they wronged god. they did things that hurt peoples feelings. some even really just hurt the people by killing. but killing was good to the girl for it brought her friends the kind of friends that didnt tell you you were wrong but the kind of friends that were there all day to stand by you.
o how she wanted to be with them. to be out of this world. to not go to school, getting gum stuck in her hair purposely. no, no she wanted happyness. she wanted to be with people she could understand. to be with people that understood her. so she called to one saying "i want to be with you, but im scared, so scared of dieing." the spirt just handed her a single rose with sharp thorns that could perice the skin with a touch. she knew what she could do and when ever she wanted. so she went home and walked inside to her living room were her mother and the boyfriend sat. they looked at her saying " YOUR LATE! YOU STUPID b*tch YOUR WORTHLESS. YOU'LL NEVER BE ANYTHING! GO TO YOUR ROOM" the girl stood there saying nothing and looking down at her hands. they were bleeding from the thorns. she looked up to her parents who were stareing at her like she was crazy and smiled.
then fainted, lieing dead on the floor the rose in her hand bleeding.

know one could ever understand why she died by the rose but she was soon forgotten. so she died in her place her grave yard. with her rose. smileing.



yall i know i end with smileing alot but bare with me ok?

Kaysie... no sad faces okay... +hugs+

I really like this... I was reading your topic about you were going to stop writing... please don't... I'm going to IM you something in a minute... sorry if it offends.

I liked how you used "her mother and the boyfriend" Really shows how he doesn't mean anything to the girl.

One question, at the end, does she die in the living room? Or in 'her place'... which was where the willow tree is? You seem to state both.

I really enjoyed reading this...

Keep writing xxx

she dies in the living room