Snapshots from the set of a little less sixteen candles, a little more touch me. Vampires, mwahahahaha.

Well, today has been a bad day, and I'm not even halfway through it yet. Almost got knocked down by this white mercedes on the way to school. And then....I don't know, but in school things just all felt so screwed up. Not that I don't want to be happy, not that I'm acting emo, I can't help it. I'm just sick of going to school everyday with a smiley face and jumping around, pretending that everything is alright when it is not. I don't need all these right now, I have my O's to concentrate on.

You know, we really have to sit together one day and trash all those issues we have for the past 3 years out. Or we can just drift apart. I don't know. I'm not sure. One thing that I'm not confused about, however, is that I really hate patricia for butting into my conversations just like that. I can't stand it, and I can't stand her being such a fucking spoiled rich girl. Sorry, but that's how ugly the truth is. She used to seem so much fun, I don't know what went wrong. It's not her fault, and not mine either. I guess I its beacuse I grew up and she didn't. I don't know.

I know I've been a bitch to you guys lately. And I apologise for it. But friendships are two sided things you know? We all got to make an effort, no matter how much you feel like going home to sleep [yes jess, I'm looking at you]. It seems like we've all been living our own lives in our own little worlds. We need to catch up on each other's lives, and we have not done that for god knows how many months. When was the last time we went out for lunch together? As in, all of us eating and actually not going MIA after a while? Can you guys even remember?

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I was walking down the busy street. The car exhaust poisoned the city air, and the smog is blocking the sun out, preventing pedestrains from seeing how beautiful the sunset is. I am surrounded by people with blank faces, their broken souls struggling inside their chests, shouting, screaming, trying to get out. A dirty old tramp sitting on the sidewalk is drunk, cold, and homeless, but he seemed happy. A sardonic smile played on his lips, and then slowly he closed his eyes, letting his breath get shallower and shallower, till his body went limp. Motionless.

Gosh, I hate it here, I thought as I pulled my coat tighter around myself. I don't like to be in crowded places, filled with half-zombies who are pouring caffaine down their throats every five seconds to sustain their lives. I don't care whether they live or die, I don't give a damn. They could just drop dead and I'd continue walking.

That's when he caught my attention. Him, standing under the changing traffic lights. Him, in his black coat, black pants, black boots, black gloves, black top hat, and black scarf wrapped around his pale neck. I stopped in my tracks. He held up one gloved finger in front of my eyes. I was momentarily stunned. Hypnotizing, that's what he must be doing to me. He took my hand, gently pry open my fingers, and pressed something sharp into my hand. It dug into my skin. I gasped in pain. He smiled, and walk away, without saying a word. I looked at the object in my hand, and held it up.

A single, bleeding black rose.

Its thorns were digging into the flesh of my hand, but I don't care. I rushed to the mysterious figure. "Wait, who are you?" I asked, grabbing onto his shoulder, afraid that he would suddenly disappear into thin air. He turned around, gently shrugged my hand off his shoulder, looked straight at me with his piercing black eyes, and said,"Hope"

He bowed slightly, tipped at me with his top hat, smiled, and left. I took a closer look at the rose again. Blood was beginning to clot around the thorns. Hope, I whispered to myself, and smiled.

For the first time in days.

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Mwahahahahaha, the passage above damn cool right?!?!?!?! YES?!?!?! NO?!?!?!? Don't know?!?!?!

Ahh, whatever.

And after that she walked away, not knowing that she had just made his day.

Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses and SLEEPING WITH BRENDON