Alison was sitting in the Rec Room at 2am the same night, staring out at the city. She didn't want to go to the roof, she couldn't go back to the roof. It reminded her of Noel, and Noel was gone. She sat on the window sill, with her legs pulled to her chest. She had been sitting there since she had taken a shower. It took forever for the water going down the drain to turn clear. She cried the whole time, to a point she was out of tears.
She heard the door close softly behind her, and wondered who else was up this late. She didn't turn to face them, she couldn't care less at this point.
"Ali?"
The voice was soft and comforting. She knew exactly who it was, and they were one of the last people that Alison expected to be in the Rec Room. She turned her head to look at the source of the noise, and saw Emily walking quietly
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Realizing the error of her ways, Alison quickly apologized.
"It's fine. Do you really want to know?" Emily asked.
"If you feel like sharing," Alison said, sniffling.
Emily leaned back a bit, and looked out at the skyline. She bit her lip softly, probably wondering where to start. "The day I was born, I was taken from my mom and dad. I was born covered in those blue scales, and everyone thought my mom had birthed Satan or something. It was a big commotion, but the government quickly stepped in. I was taken from them and brought to somewhere similar to this, but the organization didn't start for another decade later. All I have is one photo of them, and I wonder if they wonder where I am. They haven't tried to contact me at all, they probably think I'm a freak too."
"Don't say that," Alison said. "I'm sure your parents love you, you're theirs! And if they don't, then your friends are your family. I can tell that Spencer, Aria, Toby, and Hanna all love you. That's all you need sometimes."
Emily smiled, and Alison wondered if her words had had an effect on
Sobbing is the only noise coming from Brianna Ayube’s Boston University dorm room. The cries are the only thing breaking the silence of her sleeping suite mates on this Saturday afternoon. As time goes on it grows more faint, until being interrupted by a muffled whisper. Eventually, the door opens, Brianna leads out a a girl younger than herself, who appears to be the source of the tears.
Morning brought the peace of a warm sunny day to the small town of Tributary; such a contrast to the violent events of the day before, still there was a sense of mourning in the air. The town folk spent much of the day recovering lost property. Everyone felt fortunate to have found their missing belongings. Everyone except Corvida Bratleigh! Rather than being thankful her playhouse was undamaged by the tornado, Corvida was angry that her playhouse was in Nikki Fernandez’s garden! The playhouse was hers, not Nikki’s and she was going to make sure that Nikki did not step one foot in her lovely little house.
When the rain stopped and the sun started to come out, I finally went to my car. I opened the driver’s side door, sat down, and closed it. I banged my hands on the dashboard multiple times and screamed. The tears came back, streaming down my face as if they were rivers themselves. When at last there were no more tears left to flow out, I turned my head towards the bridge and for the last time, I glared out at the spot where she stood before her
The rain got harder as Tina walked alone in tears. She missed her daughter Iris. Tina thought about all the good times they had together. She wondered why Iris had done that to herself. Iris was a skinny young girl who killed herself. Iris wa bullied at school for how far she was, so Iris decided to stop eating. Tina was walking in the rain. It had been a year since Iris was gone. She thought back to that day. Tina woke up and made herself some coffee. She nibbled on a muffin that she bought from the store yesterday. She took Iris to school and then went to work. Tina went throughout her day as usual, but what she didn’t know was that soon her daughter would take her own life. Iris got home and went up into her bedroom. Tina wouldn’t get home
A tear rolls down her pale face, her green eyes still staring as the car drives away, and when the volunteer of the week hurries the children along and into the house. When the lady asks her to come inside, Emma wipes of her tears before heading back inside, her arms crossed around her body to shield her from the insults the boys give, and the teasing from the girls.
World’s held their breath as one single tear rolled down the cheek of a broken queen. Not a sound was uttered as the breath was released and Penelope wiped her cheeks clean of any sign that she had been mourning as she slid out from between the blankets. She crept through her house, though it could have been a stranger’s without her lord to make it a home. As she stepped onto the soft grass a warm wind whispered in her ears.
Allison felt lost. As lost as when she learned that she’d never know her biological family. You’ve got to get over this girl. You just met him, and you know better than anyone that there’s no such thing as love at first sight. She sighed and stared out across the living room towards the divided french doors. Fog from the lake had risen and crept across the lawn. It held an eerie tranquility that increased her bleak mood.
As she rubbed her eyes in exhaustion she remembered the adventures of the day before. When she got home she passed out from the excitement and strain on her heart. She reached down to check her leg and sighed with relief to find a replacement was already attached. She looked over at her nightstand and noticed her spare glass waiting for her to put them on. As she got out of bed all she could think about was how rude she was to Sam. She walked into the kitchen to see her mother preparing breakfast. She looked around and did not see Sam. She didn’t know why she expected to see her but she was upset that he was not here. Her mom turned a saw her disappointment and said “He seem in quite a rush to leave he left his job to help you.” She was startled by her answer and rushed out the door ignoring the cries from her mother. She hurried Sam’s farm almost throwing up because of the strain on her heart. When she reached the farm she found an old man working the fields. She rushed over and asked, “Where is Sam?” The old man replied, “I fired him because...” She didn’t let him finish She rushed to the road the taste of blood in her mouth from running. She saw a man walking on the road looking forlorn. She called out, “Sam!” The man stopped and turned it was Sam he answered her, “Joy?” She ran into his arms and started to cry. Sam confused hugged her back. She thought to herself about how a horrible incident led to her
"Running away again Julia?" The guy at the front desk asked as she walked in, wet and dirty from the rain. Julia didn't ask how he knew her name, she was a legend around here, and she knew it too. She nodded and he led her to the back where a foster care official stood, his usual place at the end of every month.
Instead of ignoring the girl this time, she raced to the front door, no longer wondering if she was a rouse of some sort. Lauren threw open the door and looked down at the girl with a white face. “What happened to you?”
The sun broke through the grey and breathed life into the awakening city. The woman’s eyes though opened, were empty and moved accordingly to the flock of doves that soared through the chilled air. She gazed at the beautifully choreographed dance above where delicate wings formed prominent silhouettes against the comforting rays. The ancient apple tree which only last month was a mess of unruly twigs and withered leaves had now flourish into a bounty of lively red apples that heralded the Springtime. The richness of the sanctuary generated distant and painful memories in her head like the scenes of a tragic movie. She could still picture the remorseful look in the man’s eyes during his last breath. Her father, a man of ambitions and responsibilities, was not the father to throw her into the sky and tell her how much he loved
Eliza limped towards the lake. She didn’t know why she wanted to be there so bad anymore, her leg was throbbing and blood was pooling around her. She felt weak and she was shivering even though it was easily over ninety degrees outside. She looked back at the city she had come from. There was no longing to return as she stared at the towering buildings behind her. Her mom, of course, had exhausted that feeling away from her. Eliza turned back around, she could see her lake now. Half unconscious, she half ran, half stumbled to the makeshift bench her and her dad had made when she was five. When she reached it, she sat down with a thump, tears streaming from her eyes and down her cheeks. How did things end up so badly? She looked down and watched
Jenna was thinking about Aubrey. She hadn’t meant to but she was now. She sat with her back against her pillows, legs tucked in to her chest. Her warm mug burned her hands as she held it between her knees, waiting for it to cool off. A novel and some textbooks lay at her feet but she didn’t feel like reading them. She looked out the window through the rain, tucking a loose strand of auburn hair behind her ear. It was pouring and the sound of it tapping against her window comforted Jenna and made her relaxed. She felt the most at ease she had been in weeks. Finally she could stop pushing down everything she was feeling, and start reflecting. She thought of Aubrey and realized that she missed her. She wondered if Aubrey was still upset;
wind. It was as if it was crying, almost howling for its voice to be
“Hey…. Are they…. Awake?” I opened my eyes. I look around seeing no one familiar. A sound rang my head.