by MagicGirl_Helia » Thu Mar 08, 2012 9:57 am
Claire looked at him blanky. "No I didn't..." she said. Her memory of that had been erased after she had used so much of her power. She shook her head. "I'll see you guys later." she said, walking into class. She saw a girl listening to music. "Hi." she said.
Allie saw her walk away. "She doesn't remember..." she said slowly. Then turned to dakota. She walked over to her. "I saw that." She said to her.
"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.”