
Gracie Lacey đź’—
been writing since i was 5 and finally found the app for me đź’«

Gracie Lacey đź’—
been writing since i was 5 and finally found the app for me đź’«
I take the napkin, and wipe the knife clean. Rinse it under cold water, place into the dish rack.
Take his shoes off, and put them on me. Wash all his clothes by hand, and put my replicas on. I look in the mirror, smirking, feeling proud of myself. Seeing him in me. I had already come up with a story.
I moved away. Told nobody. Wanted a fresh start. While John continues his life. That’s where ...
I’ve always hated attention.
Especially in class.
Presentation? Never look away from the board.
Class discussion? Go to the bathroom and wait it out.
I never raise my hand, and always look down.
Drink water to avoid being called on.
I walk into class and see people I’d _love_ to be friends with.
None of them acknowledge me, as if i’m Invisible.
Next class.
Teacher calls on me.
I ignore...
I love the color red
I have for several years,
it’s color is like no other.
Red reminds me of tools.
Of the red screwdriver
From the bag you gave me with your name on it
Red reminds me of your buick in the garage
That i pretended to drive in with you
When I was little.
It reminds me of the Suburban in the driveway
That’s been there as long as I can remember.
That you tried to fix and it fe...
I followed the trail. It let me to a little bridge. The kind you’d find in movies. The kind 8 year old me just _knew _fairies lived at.
i promised my sister Emersyn I’d take her while mom went to work. And I did just that. I have to admit, i was scared to go alone, and Emersyn gave a sense of comfort. Although she’s younger, she does have some fight in her. Emersyn started telling me her view of...
if your hand could reach inside my
heart, what would you do with it?
Squeeze it?
Pinch it?
Rip it to shreds?
or would you hug it and take care of it,
as if it were your own?...
I looked at him, disappointed. I never thought that my _best friend _would be a villain i had to defeat. I looked at him, and then back at the gun to my head.
“Take your mask off… DO IT!”
he shouted, growing impatient and making me jump. I nodded as I slowly brought my hands to my mask.
The cops had just pulled up and I _knew _that if I didn’t do it _now, _our town wouldn’t have a hero to prot...