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Plump red lips wrapped themselves around the dangerous cancerstick as Ms Day took a blow. It was a Monday morning, sunny on the outside but inside that cramped, disgusting little bike shed, it was always dark, dreary and smelly. The stench of the small shed smelt like smoke, sweat and shame, in one glance you could tell that it was an area where many underage pregnancies started. Alyx Day was the "popular" girl, the "sexy" girl – or, most commonly known, the "whore" – and did Alyx know about that sweet little nickname? Of course she did, she embraced it, and she just didn't care what others thought of her. Throwing the cigarette d

Open the gates and break the damn, And let the shimmering new world unfold. These four are the front door, And then you shall be free, So long as you keep the key. Many will enter, Many will leave, But none of them will ever be the same. Hold these years dear, However much you hate them. Come now a freshmen, As that's how it's always been.

"And what about what happened between us? Y'know. Before." "what about  it?"   "are you alright about it?" I paused. What's a viable response to this question. "alright.. how?" "I mean… i… forget about it." "no. what? Speak?" "it's just.." I stopped and faced him. Out of the blue. Completely out of the blue, he wrapped his arms around me. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." Everything is different now. "i…it's ok." I could smell him. Damnit why does he have to smell like that. I could feel his life fluttering underneath his ribs, close enough I could touch it. I'm enough right now. His arms kept me on earth