'Tis be Rose's POV. Enjoy!
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Mom had also told me that, “She was so much like you. bạn both used to spend all ngày trying to think of something bạn two didn’t have in common!”
So I sat on the train, waiting for the big lug to stop.
I was wearing my most treasured shirt, the black and red “The voices told me to” t-shirt. Everyone always stopped to read it, and it always gave them a chuckle when they did, so it made me feel like I wasn’t invisible. hoặc at least that I wore shirts people wouldn’t expect.
My mom had filled me in on the stuff I’d forgotten after the accident. It wasn’t such a big deal to me; I mean, I survived, so there wasn’t anything to worry about. But my mom thought it would be such a “traumatic” experience for me, so she helped me “cope” with it.
Honestly, I could remember the past 6 years, back until I was 10. But everything before that was a complete blank. It was as if I’d been born at age 10.
I’d learned that the kind people who’d let me stay over at their house in Toronto for a few weeks were also my family; my aunt Bonnie and my two cousins. I’d also learned that the girl and I used to be good Những người bạn until I moved away. And, of course, my mom wouldn’t tell me her name. Why did she have to be so mysterious like that? I never liked surprises!
I began to hum to myself. It was Never Too Late, bởi Three Days Grace. I’d had that song stuck in my head since about a năm after I had gotten out of the hospital. I never knew why it was always that song in my head, but as I hummed it, I dismissed the thought, guessing it used to be my yêu thích song.
And since then, one hoặc thêm little visuals of me and a little girl with straight, black hair and wearing a white tank-top playing in a sand box, hoặc sliding down a water slide, hoặc walking into the woods together.
Suddenly, I heard the conductor yell, “We’re in Toronto! All passengers that were heading Toronto-ward- all off the train!”
Hmph, that must be me, I thought, as I lugged my suitcase out the door. Once I got outside, I spotted a tall, young-looking woman in a clean, white áo cánh, blouse and a gray knee-length skirt, with her arm around a teenage girl with short, black and blue hair, and, literally, black from her earrings to her combat boots.
How are bạn gonna handle this, Rosalba? I asked myself.
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Mom had also told me that, “She was so much like you. bạn both used to spend all ngày trying to think of something bạn two didn’t have in common!”
So I sat on the train, waiting for the big lug to stop.
I was wearing my most treasured shirt, the black and red “The voices told me to” t-shirt. Everyone always stopped to read it, and it always gave them a chuckle when they did, so it made me feel like I wasn’t invisible. hoặc at least that I wore shirts people wouldn’t expect.
My mom had filled me in on the stuff I’d forgotten after the accident. It wasn’t such a big deal to me; I mean, I survived, so there wasn’t anything to worry about. But my mom thought it would be such a “traumatic” experience for me, so she helped me “cope” with it.
Honestly, I could remember the past 6 years, back until I was 10. But everything before that was a complete blank. It was as if I’d been born at age 10.
I’d learned that the kind people who’d let me stay over at their house in Toronto for a few weeks were also my family; my aunt Bonnie and my two cousins. I’d also learned that the girl and I used to be good Những người bạn until I moved away. And, of course, my mom wouldn’t tell me her name. Why did she have to be so mysterious like that? I never liked surprises!
I began to hum to myself. It was Never Too Late, bởi Three Days Grace. I’d had that song stuck in my head since about a năm after I had gotten out of the hospital. I never knew why it was always that song in my head, but as I hummed it, I dismissed the thought, guessing it used to be my yêu thích song.
And since then, one hoặc thêm little visuals of me and a little girl with straight, black hair and wearing a white tank-top playing in a sand box, hoặc sliding down a water slide, hoặc walking into the woods together.
Suddenly, I heard the conductor yell, “We’re in Toronto! All passengers that were heading Toronto-ward- all off the train!”
Hmph, that must be me, I thought, as I lugged my suitcase out the door. Once I got outside, I spotted a tall, young-looking woman in a clean, white áo cánh, blouse and a gray knee-length skirt, with her arm around a teenage girl with short, black and blue hair, and, literally, black from her earrings to her combat boots.
How are bạn gonna handle this, Rosalba? I asked myself.
I have many ideas but which couple should I write about:
DuncanxGwen
TrentxLindsay
JustinxHeather {Just Putting for laughs}
hoặc do bạn have any other ideas.
If so and bạn don't have time to write a fake couple tell me it.I might as well just go look at the pics and wait for your responses.Uhhhh It đã đưa ý kiến I have to right longer so heres a line from Izzy at 1st Season::
LALALALA
FISHCAKES
LALALALLA
IMALIAR
LALLALA
Trent:Okaay?
cá CAKES RULE (what ever they are actually)
WELL GIVE ME OPINNION NOW!
Your being to harsh bạn can tell me your opinion.
NOOO TELL ME
Dont trust him..
I HEARD THAT
DuncanxGwen
TrentxLindsay
JustinxHeather {Just Putting for laughs}
hoặc do bạn have any other ideas.
If so and bạn don't have time to write a fake couple tell me it.I might as well just go look at the pics and wait for your responses.Uhhhh It đã đưa ý kiến I have to right longer so heres a line from Izzy at 1st Season::
LALALALA
FISHCAKES
LALALALLA
IMALIAR
LALLALA
Trent:Okaay?
cá CAKES RULE (what ever they are actually)
WELL GIVE ME OPINNION NOW!
Your being to harsh bạn can tell me your opinion.
NOOO TELL ME
Dont trust him..
I HEARD THAT