by MagicGirl_Helia » Thu Mar 08, 2012 9:27 am
Allie looked at the new girl and sighed when the bell rang. She folded up her picture and put it in her pocket. She packed her stuff and waited for claire and dakota.
Claire packed her stuff, then got up and stood by allie. She looked at the new girl. "Hi I'm claire, and this is allie. Whats your name ?"
"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.”