Chandelier Pt.2

She heads up stairs, if the city was to instantly black out at that very moment, it wouldn't matter to her with the glow she was generating. Inside the apartment she twirls and jumps as she feels a new opportunity arise.

Everyone in the world has something special about them whether it be a talent or just the ambition to thrive for success but not everyone gets noticed. So for her to get even be acknowledge is something huge. It's almost like putting on a jacket and finding money in the pocket, then after that its up to you what you going to do with it.We blame it on luck and say "Damn, she is a lucky ass bitch." But can't understand why they are "unfortunate" in life. There isn't such a thing as good or bad luck. There is only the drive for what you want.

"Hey." he says as he walks out the kitchen holding a fork.
She jumped holding her chest afraid her heart was going to pop out, "Oh my God. You scared me."
He then greets her with a kiss. "You seem very happy today."
"Yes I am. I have a job interview on Monday. It could be something very big for me."
"Not bad. How did that happen?" he asked.
They sit in the living room and she begins to explain how everything happened. From meeting Mr. Walker to being driven home.

The El ExXx Pt. 3

Three days passed and we had been hanging out every chance we got. Whether it be shopping for clothes or shopping for food at the super market. This one day I took her to the park where you could see over the river and the great big bridge which connects the world to us. It was funny because we didn't need to come up with any conversation we would just talk for hours and hours about anything. I could see how happy she was with her life in her eyes. They had this glow that I couldn't quite put my finger on but it was warm.

Asshole Chronicles: Walk Away

I'll never forget the time that I pulled my first "asshole" move. I was 14 years old and i went on my first date. She was a Junior in High School and we met through my best friends sister, who introduced me to her. She was from a all girls catholic school, petite, short hair, delicate and well mannered. Did it help she was also a freak?
This girl had me talking some of the nasty stuff late night on the phone. She was the one who introduced me to "phone bone".