Merry Christmas! Here's an awful poem I wrote in Cecilia's point of view. Sing along with the tune to On the First Day of Christmas:
On the first day of Christmas Santa gave to me,
A really angry boy,
Who looks really nice,
But a new mom which was not cooool.
On the second day of Christmas Santa gave to me,
A really awesome camera,
Whose name is Admeta,
But also a dead man's ashes which is not cooool.
On the third day of Christmas Santa gave to me,
A hot boy's brother,
With a really pretty mother,
But an abusive father which is not cooool.
On the fourth day of Christmas Santa gave to me,
A heartbroken best friend,
A black-eyed almost boyfriend,
But sneaking out with him which was kinda coool
On the fifth day of Christmas Santa gave to me,
New feels for the boy,
Who opened up and cried,
And I think we're friends which is kinda cooool.
On the last day of Christmas I hope Santa gives to me,
A heart which doesn't mind,
Being in love with this boy,
Because it believes that in the end
Everyone tends to leeeeave.
19| Fort-Building Wars with the Bad Boy
"So is this place any good?" Xander asked as I led him towards Harry's Diner.
"Why do you think I'm taking you here?" I remarked, glancing at him.
Xander scowled at me. "I don't know, to poison me perhaps?" he suggested, opening the door for me.
I scoffed, turning around to meet his gaze. "Poison is too mainstream."
Xander shook his head for a second before turning around to inspect the place.
Harry's Diner had a retro like feel to it with its black and white checked floor and jazzy music humming from the large, gray stereo. Tall stools stood aligned across a long, teal colored plastic table behind which the cash registers stood as well. The rest of the room was filled with booths along the window with red tables and teal blue seats while other parts of the room were filled with red round tables and silver chairs.
Currently, Harry's Diner was filled with crying children, fathers in suits and frantic mothers. The waiters were all over the place, the smell of freshly cooked bacon hung in the air.
I felt Xander nudge me. "That one's empty." He pointed towards one booth at the far end of the diner.
"So what's good here?" Xander asked me once we were settled.
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The Ineffable Tale of Xander Atkins
Teen Fiction❝Photography has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them❝ When Cecilia Miller finds out that her dad's new fiancée might have possibly seen her hidden stash of photographs, she knew her pictures were...
