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Take It AwayTake it away, steal my heart
Never thought wed be so far apart
So close one second, but not the next
So in love I think Ive been hexed
Take it away, stay awhile
The way you dance, it makes me smile
Maybe we could hang out sometime
Tell me your secrets, Ill tell you mine
Take it away, sweep me off my feet
We might seem crazy to whomever we meet
But whatever they say, I don't really care
As long as you're with me, as long as you're there
Cast AsideCast Aside
The pain inside my broken heart
Grows more each day we grow apart
You hold her how you held me
You are blind to my pain; you pretend not to see
You might slip up and call her my name
And she'll shake her head at you in shame
You left me behind and pretended I'm not there
Now you've been hurt, so why should I care?
But did I do something wrong or say something rude?
Each time I ask, you say you aren't in the mood
I still love you and I'll always be here
Everytime I see you I have to catch a tear
I don't know why you cast me aside
But I can't change; believe me I've tried
I'm stuck watching you hold her how you held me
You are blind to my pain; you still pretend not to see
Sorry: Chapter One
"True Love, Troubled Minds"
Artemis shut his locker door and began to walk down the main hall of Point Place High School, and he took the earbuds out of his ears as he went. He stuffed his iPod and earbuds into the pocket of his jeans. Artemis had a tendency to listen to his iPod in class because his hair was just long enough to cover his ears so the teachers never suspected. As he zoned out while wondering why his backpack felt so heavy the day before winter break started he heard a voice shout at him from down the hall.
Hey, wait up! Artemis jerked his head around just in time to see Ellie racing at him at top speed. She lept onto his back as though he was going to give her a piggyback ride out to the busses. Artemis laughed as he gently sat Ellie down on the tile floor. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and then attempted a casual conversation.
So how was your day? He asked, taking her hand and beginning the medium length daily stroll to bus 39.
Left: Chapter Nine
The ivy had climbed up the brick walls of the building making it green all over. The sidewalks were stained with mud and darks circles where bubble gum had been spat onto it. The grass on the front lawn was overlapping the sidewalks, creating a look of overall disrepair.
"This is where Nick is?" Ellie pointed up at the building. "Are you sure, Artemis?" Her hair swished when she turned around to face him. "Artemis? Are you even listening to me?" She walked over to where he sat.
"Why do you want to find him so badly? What makes him any better than me?" Artemis snapped, looking up at Ellie through the corner of his eye. "Why can't we just go home and be together again?"
"I want to find Nick because I love him. He's better than you because for one, he never treated me like garbage. And we can't be together for obvious reasons. Our relationship didn't work out before, so why would a relationship now do any better?" Ellie walked over to a small puddle of murky water that had formed in a den
Left: Chapter Eight
Nick sat in the dingy administration building of Sighton High School. His parents, desperate to get away from the events in Point Place, were forcing him to move here and attend the dank,
pill jar and feet smelling high school. Sighton was a quiet town, just two miles East of Point Place, and it was around one-third the amount of Point Place's population. So far, Nick didn't like his new home that much.
He missed Point Place, he missed his friends and his old school, but he missed Ellie most of all. He hadn't seen her since the day he got shot two weeks ago.
Principal Flint walked into the cramped room, and squeezed his beer belly into the small space between his chair and the desk. He threw down Nick's transcript onto the oak desk.
"So...straight A student, never been in trouble except for a two day suspension for punching another boy in the face. And why exactly did you do that?" he grimaced at Nick over the top of his horn rimmed glasses.
"Well, sir, the boy had recently broke up wi
Left: Chapter Seven
Ellie threw her towel down on the polished top of the bar. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and glared up at the blazing neon light on the wall above her head.
"Hey Maria?" Ellie shouted. "There's nobody here now, can I go to sleep?"
"Yeah, sure." Maria said, coming round from the hall to the bathrooms, clearly drunk. "Just don't drink any of my good beers....or the bunnies will come in the night and getcha."
"Don't worry Maria."
Maria's bare feet slapped against the tile floor as she went up to the loft on the second floor. Ellie sighed, before folding the towel and put the last clean beer mug away. She grabbed her blanket and crawled onto the padded mat below the bar. The space was small and cramped, but it oddly reminded her of home.
The next morning, Ellie woke up, and thinking she was in her room at home, she sat up and stretched. Her head slammed into the underside of the bar.
"Crap..." Ellie said, putting her hand to her head where a small bump was beginning to
Left: Chapter Six
"Ow! Damn it!" Ellie cried as she tripped over the railroad tracks that seperated Point Place. Tears flowed from her eyes, stinging in the dust and dirt that clung to her skin. She needed to find a place to stay, and soon. Her food and water was long since gone, after all, two sandwhiches and a bottle of water can't last more than two days. Ellie repositioned her bag on her shoulders, and headed towards the building she just now noticed. She didn't even glance at the sign, which read, "Maria's Grill and Bar."
Miles away, Nick woke up. The pale tiles of the hospital room just added to the sick feeling he felt. He stared at the ceiling, wondering if Ellie was okay.
"He's so lucky. The bullet just missed his heart." the doctor said.
"I'm awake, you know." Nick murmured, rolling over. "Ow! Damn it!" he cried as the IV tube pulled at his skin where it was inserted into his hand. "Well, at least I know that rolling over isn't safe here."
The doctor chuckled. "Well, you're getting better. No
Left: Chapter Five
"So...your favorite movie?" Nick asked, it was his turn in their game.
"Snatch." Ellie answered with out hesitation. "Now...who is your favorite actress?"
"Hmm..Promise you won't make fun of me?" Nick looked at her.
"Yeah, you didn't make fun of my favorite actor being Brad Pitt."
"I love movies with Drew Barrymore. ET, Charlie's Angels....you get it."
"M'kay. Ask me one."
"Which ones haven't we gone over?"
"Well," Ellie began counting on her fingers. "We've done favorite song, movie, actor/actress, band, and game."
"We still need favorite food and our hobbies, right?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Okay, Ellie, tell me your favorite food."
"Well....um...on the weekends, I pig out on Hershey Kisses. Don't laugh!" Ellie smacked Nick on the arm when he began to chuckle at her.
"I'm not!" he exclaimed. "Fine, I kinda was. But this way, you won't have to pig out on chocolate kisses."
"What do you mean?"
"Why have chocolate kisses....when you can have a real kiss?" he asked, slowly inching closer to
Left: Chapter Four
"Ellie! The bus is here!"
Ellie jerked out of slumber to the sound of the bus rumbling by the house to make a U-turn at the culdesac at the end of the street. Ellie knew she had five minutes tops to get dressed, brush her hair, and get her stuff together. Quickly throwing on jeans, a t-shirt, a pair of moonboots and fingerless gloves, Ellie scraped a brush through her hair to get the tangles out fast. She slung her half-empty backpack over one shoulder, and snagging a Pop-Tart from the pantry, she ran outside to wait for the bus.
"Bye Mom!" Ellie shouted throught the screen door as the bus inched its way back up High Street. Ellie could see familiar faces staring down at her through the windows. She must look like such a wreck to them. Ellie's heart sank as the bus drove right past her, as the bus driver was not used to picking her up.
"HEY!" Ellie shouted, properly fixing her backpack so she could run. For some reason, being catatonic for a month made her lungs hold up to more stress.
Simple Girl Complicated ProblemsI know I am not the daughter you wanted
But at least you got it right the second time
My little sister found her place in your hearts
But I feel I have never really found mine
Why would you care to listen to your first born?
When you have a fresh blank canvas to create
All of those things that you wish I could have been
Had I not developed such negative traits
But those negative traits make me who I am
And shouldn't you love me without condition?
See my stubbornness as being strong minded
And when I talk, don’t interrupt just listen
I know I am not the daughter you wanted
I scowl but I still need your loving embrace
Though you barely acknowledge my existence
Apart from to tell me what I've done wrong today
But why would you ever want to talk to me
When an argument is never far away?
It’s the tone of your voice that hurts me the most
Rather than the words that you choose to say
To think I was once a baby in your arms
With such innocent eyes I could do no wrong
In many ways I
Young JanuaryI saw her at the local supermarket
She could have been no older than ten
She was buying some refreshing beverages
To quench the thirst of herself and her friends
On this summers day they had waited outside
Lacking patience they were shouting her name
‘January, hurry up we have to go home!’
From the shop young January soon came
Rushing past me at the speed of her childhood
My lonely heart skipped a beat or two
Either from her soft brown hair that touched my arm
Or the smile she gave as she passed through
Did I hurry through my shopping on purpose
In order to catch young January up?
Fumbling my loose change as I left the store
The cashier complained I’d given her too much
I feel everyone’s eyes boring in to me
So away from the store I swiftly fled
Knowing fine well that I should just return home
But something made me follow the girl instead
Pretending to read the receipt in my hand
I watched closely in the corner of my eye
Which way would young January be walking
LegacyIt is always the damn same song.
Always are the wrong people strong.
Why do they think that your way is wrong?
You’re asking yourself what is left when you’re gone.
Your whole world starts to spin.
Their skin and nerves are very thin.
Want to use you like a soldier made of tin.
When you know the only thing you can do is win.
Want to sort out because you differ.
If you don’t do as they say, they’ll get stricter.
They don’t want to see you as the victor.
The only thing left will be a picture.
When everything you see and hear is a conspiracy.
And everyone thinks that you are crazy.
You are unique, only once in this galaxy.
The words you say and things you do are your legacy.
The Cold, Hard TruthThere are no happy endings,
the fairy tales all lied.
Cinderella is still a slave,
Snow White, the Beast, and the Mermaid died.
Sleeping Beauty never woke,
Because Philip never kissed her,
Alice didn't find Wonderland,
the Rabbit must have missed her.
Peter's still in Neverland
with the Lost Boys, growing older.
The Snow Queen's heart didn't thaw,
the world keeps getting colder.
Rapunzel is still in her tower,
her long blonde hair gone gray.
The captive princess has lost hope,
there was no prince to save the day.
Falling StarsTwinkle, twinkle, the stars fall down
Down into the ocean, where we shall drown
Over and over until we awake
In a place, where we will break.
Your tears are the stars and your smile the sun
There is no happiness, for sorrow has begun.
Run, run, child! Run away now!
Please do not do this! Please do not allow —
Bang! Bang! The gun goes off.
So, child, let those stars takeoff.
Wind GrownQuiet grown
With green and ground
The ash and sound
Until the green has 'nother play
A wat'ry stream
Down with a tide
Across the beam
The first to know the last of one
Breath of space
Carved by your arm
A heady place
Awaits no harm
Because no eyes will watch or plea
Wind is wrapt
Around you braced
By time that kept
You wings misplaced
One cannot fly where wearies went
Height and breadth
Come with the stars
While nourished wealth
From flanks and far
The form is kept but not the brain
Stones will crack
Under your weight
Streams run black
The light you take
Unknown on high there's but your will
The path you made
Will flood and break
No more remained
Your flanks are slaked
Come back when you are broke and burned
Now hole refilled
Where life was held
The ash was forged
Until the wind the self will stay
OldOne learns in life that there's nothing to be learned.
That once you won everything there is nothing to be earned.
That all your lessons in life were unconcerned.
Memories and pictures in the attic must now be burned.
One thinks that there is nothing to think about.
Because the things they think are now allowed.
Because they are stuck when they want to be unbound.
When they want to lift themselves off the ground.
You'd never thought your young heart could grow old
And when the unspoken truth is being told,
You're labeling them as bold, heartless or cold.
You're scared of death. After all it's foretold.
Peace is a lieHello there, why don’t we take a walk?
While we take a walk, I would really like to talk.
Did you ever asked yourself what is wrong with this world?
Why people are so screwed up in the head and their thoughts are twirled?
It is no secret that the world is at war.
And falling down are the masks that they wore.
Something in their heads seems to be broken.
Humanity is a monster and it has been woken.
When you think about it everything is a lie.
The only question you will have is: why?
Everyone is hoping for the big release.
But don’t be stupid, there is no peace.
Little BirdLittle bird,
where have you flown?
how much have you grown?
How is your broken wing?
The one that I cared for,
that I put in a sling.
do you think of me
as I do you?
Do you wonder where I've gone,
what I've gone through?
do visit me again;
you've been the only one
I've ever loved;
my only true friend.
Jonas Brothers poem
Rockin out, tourin cross the USA
Kevin, Nick, and Joe you steal our hearts away
Your lyrics in your songs are so real and true
Its no wonder that so many people like you
I sing your songs everyday when Im walking down the hall
And people think Im crazy but I dont care at all
It must be tough to be famous and want to be normal
Its like wanting to dress casual when you have to dress formal
No doubt in my mind that Jonas Brothers are the best
Cause in the music race you outrun the rest
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