Have you ever noticed how there are people in your life that you have known since like kindergarten but you’ve never really gotten to know them? Maybe because of the way they dress or the way they act around people? This was the case for me freshman year, when I finally broke through a girl's wall that had been going to school with me since elementary and even lived by me, and I found out that there was more to her than amazing drawings and quiet thoughts.
Bloodshed, gunshots and screams.
My thumbs were thumping against the steering wheel, head swaying gently, following the addictive beat of the song coming from my speakers.
I would say looking at him
