Moonlit-Fantasy

 Of make spaces and promptly She was our history teacher in class 6. I still remember that first class. It had been a disappointing first day of a new term and it was the last period. We all just wanted to go home, far way from the mental asylum inmates who were our new teachers when she came in. My first impression was that of a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, soothing, refreshing and comforting. She smiled like she already knew and cared for each of us: like we were her daughters. She ploughed us through history; through the brain-killing pages of the Oxford history book and though we all knew that most of the information was going throu

Wouldn't it be weird if we never met? The thought makes my heart skip a beat. Wouldn't it be weird if you hadn't sat next to me that day? I would probably still be in my shell. Wouldn't it be weird if someone else got to you first? The three most alike minds might never have gotten together. Wouldn't it be weird if you hadn't called out to me when I was lost and alone that day? I would probably still be. My sweet best friend, I honestly don't care that you are now thousands of miles away: at least I know that you are my best friend. Wouldn't it be weird if we never met? If fate hadn't decided to entwine the three of us together?

I don't care what you think. I'm proud to be a Muslim.

I Hate…? I hate your hair, which so many girls want to run their hands through. I hate your eyes, Their sparkle made me feel like I was the only one. I hate your laugh, For being the best thing I have ever heard. I hate your voice, For when you say my name, my stomach does things I never knew it could do. I hate your smile, It makes me forgive you too easily. I hate your hugs, They make my brain go fuzzy. I hate your touch, It makes my skin shiver in the most pleasant sort of way. I hate it when you say "I miss you." My heart pounds so hard that it hurts. I hate that you're the reason I'm writing this. I hate that….

Just another day Flinching at the noise made by the teacher as he wrote on the black board, Amy glanced around the classroom. She saw what she knew she was going to see. Sheen Isaac was at the backbench, acting all cool and stuff, but Amy knew he was intently glancing at Tamantha Martins, the girl he was crushing on. Amy looked away, hoping to ignore the sharp jolt of pain she felt every time she saw Sheen. Tamantha, on the other hand, was oblivious to the attention she was getting from the coolest guy in school. She was currently writing intensely into her notepad, drinking in every word the teacher said. Then, right next to Sheen was No

Post Apocalypse The ground beneath me was shaking;doom was upon me, I could feel it. Looking up silently, I prayed my last prayer. The apocalypse had come. An E??? How can you get an E in Math!!??!?! The sonic boom nearly knocked me off my feet. Nothing could stop this wicked force of nature I called Mother. And the item which had brought about her fury, was nothing but simple scrap of paper, with the innocently marked E next to math. "Uh...sorry? "SORRY?? All you can say is SORRY?" Hey, I tried, at least. But my chances of survival were pretty slim from the beginning. After the earthquakes, volcanoes and furious storm comes the

"I love you." "I'm sorry…but you're just a friend."

Dear Heart Dear Heart, Oh sure, now it's my fault. Excuuuuse me, but you're the one who would not listen to me!!! You always blame ME for your mistakes!! It's not fair!! I'm the boss around here! So, now you're hurt, and you've come running to me, You always do this too. Well, I'm freaking tired of this!! If you would've just listened to me in the first place, we would have been spared a whole lotta pain. Yours logically, The Brain m/