But as I got closer to the car that would take me away, I realized that when I went through that gate, if I still hated them, they would still have me. I wanted to be free. And so I let it go.
•nelson mandela•
His voice was excited, but it made me nervous.
"Well then?" I repeated.
He nodded. "Rock climbing."
"No."
"Bungee jumping."
"No."
"Sky diving."
"No."
"Snorkelling."
I paused. "No."
"Movies?"
"Okay."
He grinned. "What movie? Guardians of the Galaxy?"
"No."
"Mrs Brown's Boys?"
"No."
"The Hundred Foot Journey."
"Okay."
He grinned again, and his eyes twinkled. The dirty blonde hair stuck out from under his beanie, which was slipping off. "Good stuff. Tonight, 6?"
"Okay."
It seemed the three main words in my vocabulary were oh, okay, and no.
I sighed inwardly, looking up at his smile.
It was soft, bright, calm, beautiful; it was light, it was indescribable because it wasn't something you could describe. You could think of describing it, you could give it names, but you couldn't ever sum it up in one word.
Unlike me, who could be simply described as broken.
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Movies! btw you should see Guardians of the Galaxy and the 100 foot journey they're so good
_wolfbell
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Bruises
Teen FictionOlivia has been abused by her brother all her life, and she has the bruises and burns to show it. When she makes a stand and moves out, she meets a boy; a wonderful boy. But the two boys, brother and lover, are connected, and Olivia is scared. Sc...
