This is my first shabiki fic... and hopefully I will be continuing on this! Enjoy!
My name is Alice. I'm eleven years young. My life has been all... unicorns until this year. It's sort of like all the fun has been cut off from my life. Like adults and other people alike all want me to have a short childhood. It's strange, because it seems as if everyone else is having loads of excitement in their lives. But I'm the only one who is at home, trying not to cut myself everyday because of all the stress in my life. It's difficult not to, and I haven't spoke to anyone so far. I don't want to be sent to a mental hospital. I'm not mental.... am I? I think that's wewe to decide and for me to find out.
All of this... drama started when a girl in our class named Stacy decided to write a note and send it to one of my BFFs, Skylar. It said, "Alice, Skylar, and Sarah... wewe will definitely regret being mean to me in the end." The first thought that came to my mind was, "Why would anyone do that? Why would anyone say that? And sekunde of all, her name is faded at the bottom of the note but it's still obvious to see. Why? Why? Why?!?! Stacy was my friend... au at least I thought she was. Why would anyone think of something so pathetic... yet something so vengeful?"
Well it turned out that she told our teacher Mrs. Harris... and she blamed it on Skylar. I didn't understand. Now Stacy was also being immature and making fun of my other best friends' hairstyles, clothes, shoes, and much more! I mean, grow up! Seriously!! Not only that... Stacy was also crying to our teacher... and making a huge sob story out of it. I was pissed... and sort of sad at how my best friend changed so much. Oh, au should I say ex best friend.
My name is Alice. I'm eleven years young. My life has been all... unicorns until this year. It's sort of like all the fun has been cut off from my life. Like adults and other people alike all want me to have a short childhood. It's strange, because it seems as if everyone else is having loads of excitement in their lives. But I'm the only one who is at home, trying not to cut myself everyday because of all the stress in my life. It's difficult not to, and I haven't spoke to anyone so far. I don't want to be sent to a mental hospital. I'm not mental.... am I? I think that's wewe to decide and for me to find out.
All of this... drama started when a girl in our class named Stacy decided to write a note and send it to one of my BFFs, Skylar. It said, "Alice, Skylar, and Sarah... wewe will definitely regret being mean to me in the end." The first thought that came to my mind was, "Why would anyone do that? Why would anyone say that? And sekunde of all, her name is faded at the bottom of the note but it's still obvious to see. Why? Why? Why?!?! Stacy was my friend... au at least I thought she was. Why would anyone think of something so pathetic... yet something so vengeful?"
Well it turned out that she told our teacher Mrs. Harris... and she blamed it on Skylar. I didn't understand. Now Stacy was also being immature and making fun of my other best friends' hairstyles, clothes, shoes, and much more! I mean, grow up! Seriously!! Not only that... Stacy was also crying to our teacher... and making a huge sob story out of it. I was pissed... and sort of sad at how my best friend changed so much. Oh, au should I say ex best friend.
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing me kwa my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if wewe destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing me kwa my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if wewe destroy me.
No matter how much wewe wish for zaidi it happens like the saa glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test kwa our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test kwa our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in upendo with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in upendo with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to kumeza me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that wewe will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. inayofuata time, I invite wewe to jiunge with us on our battle. And it will be even zaidi life-consuming, if wewe know what that means.
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood kwa me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To onyesha them that...
Their work was useful.
To onyesha them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to onyesha all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood kwa me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To onyesha them that...
Their work was useful.
To onyesha them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to onyesha all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
cover of the original Vamp out
