Butterflies filled my stomach for no apparent reason as I was walking to his house. I’ve been down the same route so many times I know it like the back of my hand, never had nerves, yet this time was different for some reason. The butterflies were starting to hurt as if they were trying to escape my tummy. Maybe I should start by explaining that the ‘his’ I’m referring to is my best friend Henry. What can I say about Henr...

I used to be your prized possessionalways teaching me a lesson.Always wanting to have me close.To love me with an open heart you chose.A smile, laughter; a normal thing.Sadness would be a clear sin.They were of the most perfect days.Though perfection soon decayed. Now the time has ended fast.How could I not see happiness wouldn’t last?I’m like a stranger in my own home.A sad existence, so alone.For your attention I must c...

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Staring at the clock I couldn’t help but count down the hours till I was out of this hell hole. I couldn't wait to be done with these god awful people who claim to be our teachers when truly they are just as bored to be teaching us as we are bored to be taught. I began to daze and chew on my pencil sitting with one leg over the other, tapping away. “That tasty?” a husky voice interrupte...