January 2009
3 posts
Tell Me That You Love Me ;;Garrett Nickelsen;; 1
His blue eyes met mine, which made my heart melt. They were gorgeous, along with his brown hair and his smile. I’ve never met anyone like him. He was pretty much perfect.
“Hi,” Garrett Nickelsen of The Maine said to me, with a smile on his face. “Hi,” I replied. “Will you sign my shoes?” I put them on the measly bar of wood that separated us. “Sure,” he told me, taking the cap off of his Sharpie....
December 2008
6 posts
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“Gabe’s smoking. I know I should’ve stopped him, but I…I don’t know. I really regret not stopping him. Smoking is horrible. And you went because of it. You were the best friend anyone could ever ask for. You’re my inspiration.” I smiled as I got up and walked out of the closet. I saw Alex sitting on the couch. “What the heck?!” I yelled, obviously startled. “How did you get in?” “You left it...
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“Where’d Chris go?” Greta asked, walking to me. I didn’t answer her. I just walked up to my room, ignoring everything she said. “Hayley, answer me! Don’t leave without telling me! Hayley!” she’d said. She ran up to me. “What’s your problem?” she asked. “Nothing,” I replied, emotionless. I opened the “Only Me” room door to talk to Alex, but he had already left. I closed the door gently and sat down...
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As I reached Gabe, I slightly pushed him and hid behind him. Brendon was close and Gabriel grabbed him before he got to me. “What are you doing to her?” Gabriel asked, firmly. “Um…Er…Hey! Did you get a haircut? It looks nice!” Brendon said, trying to change the subject. “Don’t try to change the subject. Tell me!!” Gabriel yelled, squeezing Brendon’s arm. I watched as his arm turned red. “He was...
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“Alex. What a beautiful name,” I heard my mother say after she gave birth to my brother. I was only 1, but I still heard the happiness in her voice. It made me happy. Even though I couldn’t remember the rest, I knew it was one of the happiest days of my mother’s life.
After about a year, when Alex was 1 and I was two, my older brother Gabriel, had gotten in a car accident. He was 5 years old and...
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“What are your pictures about?” Alex asked Jack. “You know, how everyone is cruel to the earth by littering. Oh, and look at this picture.” Jack handed Alex a thick photo. “It was in front of your house.” I peered over Jack’s shoulder and stared at the picture. It was Gabe’s beer bottles and cigarettes. He and his friends were outside with those contents in their arms. “It’s not mines,” Alex...