Do you know wat a lose feels like? Do you know what it feels like to have someone love you then they die? Well, I do.
I look like this, and everyone hates me. I have red eyes for that very reason. Before I was turned to this empty soul I had a life. I had a love. His name was Peter. He tried to help me becom the charmy little girl. He just made me fall in love with him and then.....he went and fell in love with a little preppy girl that doesn't know notin!
That's him and the stealing little girl. He's so dang hot. I'll go to the beginning and then tell you all of my story. All of my life to this point. I'm 19 now, and I was 15 then. It's been five years.
The beginning
There was new boy. A new HOT boy! Whoot whoot! (we're at the park)
"Hey, yo,Max! Come here!" Jake yelled over to me. My name's Max BTW!
"Whadup?" I asked while going over to him.
"There's someone new! You want to go meet him. It might be 'the one.'" My friends always tease me like this!
"Hey, tha'ts not funny!" I yelled, and I stomped away...or tried. I ran into the new one.
"What's not funny." He asked.
"O, nothing that you should bother with. Just they shoudl know if they ever say anything again, they might wish they were never born." I hissed.
"O, i soooooo scared...NOT!!!!!" I walked over to the swings and jumped on the only open one. You know what. I scared kids back then. I scared little kids, and so, the kid next to me jumped off the swing...and he sat next to me.
"My name's Peter."
"Max." I muttered.
"What were you guys talking about over there."
"None of ya buisness."
"O, come on! Just becuz I'm new doesn't mean u have to block everything out from me."
"Uh, actually, yes it d-"
"No"
"Yup." I jumped down from the swing and went to the trees. I loved climbing trees. O, o, so much!
He followed me.
He followed me.
He followed me!
If you know what's good for you then you wouldn't follow ME while I climb trees. He did though. He did. He climbed up to the branch I had frozen on.
"What ur afraid of heights?"
"No, I climb trees alone." You must be wondering why. WHY does she climb alone? Well, when I was a little girl, my now dead mother, had climbed up a tree with me, and I had tooked up to much room, and she fell, and died.
"Why?" I quietly hissed the story to him, and then I climbed down quickly and went to my bike. I had rode my bike to the park.
"I'll bike to your house with you."
"Fine." Then we rode home silently.
Once we got there he got off his bike and walked me to the front porch. Then he hugged me from behind.
"I'm sorry." He murmured into my hair, and he pulled back. He went to his bike and rode off.
That was when I knew. I loved him.
(I looked like that girl b4 I went to the empty shell I am now)
