MJkereina251

The things I gave. You threw away. The feelings I showed. You shoved aside. The kisses I left. You wiped off. I think: Am I not enough? Am I not what you want? No. You're just not worth it. You make everything So hard to follow. It's just Simply maddening.

Checklist The moments have passed. It has been a long way. I feel content, I feel contempt. It was a mistake on your part, To leave your bag open. The paper fell out, Filled with black and red ink. A name at the time And list goes on With a check, check, check. When was this in action? I hurry out into the yard And march my way back home. He called… And called… And called… To no end. Weeks and months Go by. I heard the news: You've been hospitalized. Too bad That you didn't just …die. Quite a pity. Your room was too easy To enter through. The IV line, Gone. My checklist for you Has been completed.

Chapter 1 Turn something ordinary into something extraordinary. Oh joyous nights! It’s the parent/teacher meeting tonight at around seven o’clock. I’m here sitting just behind the gym for my mom, and it’s about 6:30. All students are to come so that some may be praised beyond words and others to be announced as one perhaps atrocious and appalling student in all of King’s Hill Academy. Oh wait. That’s me. Yeah, the “joyous nights” thing was a bit far, but whatever—it was what I was going for. This private school is nothing but a sorry excuse for the rich to rub their so called “smar