"Yeah, sure... whatever. In this world no one has a chance," she said letting the tear slide down her face. "That's where you're wrong again. Everyone has a chance in their life to chose right or wrong," he replied. "Well it seems like my chance, my choice is over!" she answered angrily. "Everyone has a second chance," he said as he wiped away her tears and helped her to stand. -TS
I pick up my bat and my backpack and walk out of my home. yeah- I know it doesn't really look like a typical home. I sling my bag over my shoulder and head to the local diner. I put my head phones in not particularly paying any attention when I bump into some one. I look up at the guy he looks maybe a year older than me and alot richer. He had brown hair and green eyes. He was WAY taller than me and he wears headphone around his neck and designer clothes. I back and murmur "Uh sorry."
Not quite the best.
Trauma: From Victim to Survivor to Thriver
You first noticed her doing it about two weeks ago. She doesn't have any pets, so why does the old lasy bring a tray of food out to the back yard every night? Who (or what) is she feeding?