Goodbye to Sandra DeeBiting her lip, she stepped away from the car. Without turning back to say one final goodbye she walked back to her dorm.
It ran through her head like an action replay of any sports event.
Asking her to go to dinner with him obviously wasnt as innocent as it seemed, although she thought it way out of proportion.
She was not used to being asked out on a date, or being pursued by someone she didnt know personally.
Ill miss you. He was serious when he said it and it scared her.
She wasnt sure what to do. He wasnt rushing into things. He really liked her. She didnt want to crush his heart because she liked him too, though she wanted to know more about him other than hes a sweetheart and funny.
Still replaying the scene over and over in her head she started biting her lip again: He leaned over and kissed her cautiously on the lips. She kissed him back, thinking that no harm could be done of it.
I do not have sexual tens
Mother's Day Poem - PersonalI know I was never the "good" child
I mean, puking on you and what not when I was little
When you're that young you cannot control yourself anyway
Now I know I'm not the brightest student
Following in my brothers footsteps
And not getting straight A's
Though no matter what I do
You love me anyway
And I love you too
You always were there for me
To "kiss away" my boo-boos
To hug me when I'm feeling forlorn
To "trash talk" my former love muffin
And laugh at the stupid comments you and I make together
Watching television and yelling at the characters on the screen
"Claiming" hunky actors as our own
I tell you things you really don't want to hear about people I know
Though I was never one for gossip
I love telling you these things
And I know you "love" hearing them
I also love hearing about your life
About people you know and whatnot
Though that is not why I'm writing this poem
It's because you're my mother
And I want to tell you why I love you
Even though it's hard to put into words what I
The girl heard this chanting down the hallway.
She started to run away from the noise.
Hey you! Get back here!
The girl turned her head around to see who was calling her.
No one was there.
She continued to run away.
Hey you! Stop!
She was stuck.
She reached a dead end and could run no longer.
The hallways seemed to end here.
Little baby coward where you running to? Someone yelled from afar.
She turned around again, but no one was there.
She needed an escape route.
She had none.
Hey! Chicken shit! Get back here!
There was that scary voice again.
The girl didn't want to look back.
Though, she couldn't get away.
Coward... Someone started calling out in a melodic tone.
The girl closed her eyes and turned around.
She counted to ten.
A second later she opened her eyes.
No one was there.
Down the hall she could vaguely see a bunch of people talking to one another.
They're talking about me… I know it. The girl thought to herself.