It's Not Right but It's Okay

Pip hugged the large textbooks close to her chest. Golly, there were a lot of people here. Momma said that I would be okay, that this is a new start. But gosh darnit the worry was eating at her like a pack of rabid wolves. What class did she have first? Right, Language arts with Mrs.Applegate. Remembering the route, Pip scurried down the crowded hall, pushing pasts the would-be giants. Walking into the class, Pip found a spot and set her books down. Hopefully, some people remembered her. Messing

that was the last thing she spoke of. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I woke up to feel my clothes clinging to me as the sun drooped through my window. I looked at the time and it read 6 am. I sighed, it's been three years since I lost my girlfriend, Alison. Alison seems to haunt my dreams no matter what I do, saying those words over and over. I can never find peace. Maybe because I miss her, or maybe I feel guilty for not trying to help her. Alison

consulting me! It's okay though because I did like the house. A little while later we heard back from the sellers and we got the house! The next day I hung around the house waiting for my parents to finish the paperwork. I’ll spare you the details of the move in process because it was boring and stressful. I went to school that Monday and I just felt weird. I would see creepy faces out of the corner of my eye but nothing was there. I had mentioned it to my friends, Lucy and Mara. “It’s probably just

failures do not define who they are; what defines you as a person is how you bounce back from all the setbacks and how hard you fight for the life you want! But first, you must love yourself, just as God does. I hope they learn it 's okay to be strong, but it 's also okay to be soft. Strong mothers are usually very sensitive they just hide it better. Being both soft and strong is a combination very few have mastered. I have silently cried over their pain and stayed up countless nights taking care of

even really cared about. It was something I could see the draw in, but not necessarily could see myself being into. Honestly, I feel the same now as I did then. There was a lot of design elements I found interesting about the play, also the acting was okay. Still I couldn’t get into it very easily.     I want to start of with the things I did enjoy, which was the design. The design of the play, was really well done in my view. There was obscure words sprayed painted on the stage walls, which I think

as one, as she muttered "Sorryididntseeyoupleasehelpi-" "Hey, hey it's okay. I can help you- if you don't mind, or course. I'm Hercules, by the way," He said smoothly. Maria nodded her head in response and stood up. Trying to walk felt horrible, and Hercules noticed she was limping, so he helped her walk a couple of streets to a tall apartment building across from the college she went to (and suspected he went to as well). "Okay, we're here," He whispered, breaking the silence hanging in the air

forearms. Sherlock's gaze traveled lower to his pants. "Want me to spin?" Greg asked. Sherlock nodded. They were dark blue jeans that hugged his arse and thighs nicely. Sherlock slipped his phone back into his pocket and walked over to Greg. "It's nice, very

struck her on the head. The crowd erupted. They were furious, and I was just, if not more, as furious as they were. The crowd got more violent yelling obscenities at the officers and throwing even larger items. I was going blind with rage, they had no right to use violence like that. My own levels anger were being fueled even more by the angry crowd surrounding me. We were all fed up, the anger that we had been surprising for years had finally bubbled to the surface. In a quick moment of brashness I picked

To Brendon, it seemed as if every eye in the New Conservative States of America was focused solely on him, despite the only company in the room being four plain walls. He was a cell under a microscope. He was the floor after a fight. The only interruption to the stark brightness came in the form of the chestnut door through which Brendon entered and a pedestal made of the same material, albeit more worn with age. There were rumors that this pedestal preceded the lives of his parents and even his

going to ask you, but I got so excited." I said with guilt. If she hadn't caught me, I would've gotten grounded. Good thing she caught me when she did. My mom was very understanding, that’s why I always like to go to her when something is wrong. "It's okay, but you better not wonder off too far!" With that, she walked back into the kitchen and started cooking