I'm really into writing stuff like... stories and poems and stuff.
This is part of a story i decided to write:
Her phone was beeping again, for about the seventh time today. They never left her alone. By now Adalia had was fed up. They were always picking on her. Yeah, she dressed different, her name was different, and she felt like everything about her was diffrent. But she was proud of that. Proud to be Adalia Harwood. Ignoring the text message, she picked up her guitar and started playing it, signing the lyrics that she knew so well
If You Thought I'd Bleed Then You Were Wrong,
Coz i wont stop holding on...
Her phone starting beeping again, but this time it was ringing. The name "Jake" was flashing on its screen. Pressing the green button, she put the phone to her ear.
"Hey babe, hows it going?"...
That's all i've got so far...