Shannon A. Thompson

Those are the bad guys, right?___epends on who wins, I guess.

I live within my daydreams and nightmares; through that, I have learned to create, and I never cease from doing so.

Instead of a criminal or a drug addict, I was looking at a boy__ust a boy.

His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.

His entire presence was like gravity, impossible to forget, possible to believe in, a theory merged into a law.

When I first met him, he was everything I wanted to be, but over time, he showed me how I wanted to be myself, and that was how I fell in love with him.

I don__ believe that," I said, and he raised his brow beneath his shaggy hair. "I never asked you to._ (Jessica)

The closer he was the less confident I was.

He's been through so much and to watch that boy suffer makes me wish this world wasn't so cruel.

I couldn__ help but feel as if everyone had lied about everything. We all had secrets. We all had a dark side to our innocent cover. I wondered what we would be like, if we had been completely honest with each other in the first place. Maybe more people would be alive, but then again, more people could be dead.

It was almost painful to be different.

Luthicer hummed. "You're either brave or very foolish." "What's the difference?" (Eric)

His resonating stare fluttered through my memory, and I shivered. I hadn__ seen kindness in his pupils. I only saw intensity, and, I hated to admit it, but he was beyond intimidating. He was overwhelming. (Jessica)

But this girl__he reminded me of what it was like to believe in something. Her hope was naïve, but it was real, and I hadn__ felt something real in years. Nothing positive anyways. (Eric)

I leaned against the desk, ran my hand over my father__ paperwork, and picked up a pen. Turning around, I shoved it into my father__ hand. "What__ this?" he asked, raising a brow. "You__l need it to sign my death certificate," I said, pain vibrating my veins against my muscles and bones. "Are we done now?_ (Eric)

Her kiss was a good-bye and a promise and a dream.

War makes animals of men, and we can't let that happen to us. If we do, we won't have any chance of survival.

We had grown into one another somewhere along the way. We were officially a team.