by MagicGirl_Helia » Thu Mar 08, 2012 8:32 am
Allie drew on her paper, just making random lines until it started to look like her dog.
Claire sat back in her chair, with her notebook in her lap, and actually writng notes.
Alec sat listening to the teacher, but not writing anthing.
"And wouldn't it be nice to live together,
In the kind of world where we belong..."
They were never scared
of the kids who might die,
or the empty spaces
they would leave behind.
"They were afraid of us
The ones who lived."
"It is the fire.
The spark.
Black is the color of memory.
It is our color.
The only one they'll use
to tell our story."
“I used to dream
about turning back time,
about reclaiming
the things I'd lost
and the person I used to be.
But not anymore.”