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Fairy TalesOnce upon a time, a girl I didn't know committed suicide. Everyone at school mourned her, I had people telling me how great she was and how they wish she hadn't killed herself.Fairy Tales by NinjaFoxsBuddy
Once upon a time, a boy I would have befriended killed himself when I was a child. I think I might have even been able to love a quirky, happy boy like him.
Once upon a time, I revealed my opinion and found out I had hurt a friend. How was I supposed to know her uncle had committed suicide? We just haven’t had the opportunity to get close and, unfortunately, I don’t think we ever will.
Once upon a time, our school had an assembly about girls who sent naked pictures to people to sent them to everyone so they committed suicide because of the humiliation.
Once upon a time...
but this isn't a fairy tale.
That Girl Was MeI met a boy once at school my sixth grade year.That Girl Was Me by NinjaFoxsBuddy
He’d been going there since third grade- me, since kindergarten- and yet, I can’t remember running into him even once.
He had brown hair that flopped into his face, shorter in the back, and stunning blue eyes I wished I could lose myself in.
But he was always with some girl and I knew
my heart was doomed.
I met a girl once at school my sixth grade year.
I remembered meeting her at church and being the kind of friends that forget about one another easily.
We remembered but I only wanted to be friends with the other girl- her “friend” she was so cruel to, but they were a package deal.
I finally caved and told them about him.
Three days later:
they all knew.
I knew a girl once in sixth grade.
She wanted to be beautiful. She wanted to be loved. She wanted to be treasured. She wanted friends you could tell everything to.
The boy she liked rejected her- he didn't know she was there.
The girl she vag
FFM 2013, 31- PurposelessThe lonely, cloaked figure stood half-hidden by the overhanging cliff at the edge of the village, far removed from most of the inhabitants.FFM 2013, 31- Purposeless by NinjaFoxsBuddy
Anyone close enough to see him would probably flee in fear- death-pale skin was hidden by the hood, but not completely.
Most would fear the young man for circumstances he could not control.
They all called him Wraith- he was certainly pale and thin- but mostly it was because the way he seemed to drift around, through the village sometimes, but mostly skirting around the edges.
They mostly wanted to end his pitiful un-life. It wasn't like he was bad- but he never did anything.
They just wanted the once-boy to do something- good or evil, they didn't even care anymore.
They were tired of his drifting.