by MagicGirl_Helia » Thu Mar 08, 2012 12:41 pm
Allie waved dakota over to the free seat next to her. She looked up as the teacher walked in.
Alec walked in late and sat in the empty seat in front of allie.
Claire pulled her notebook and pencil out, waiting for the teacher to start talking.
"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.”