By Cassondra Renee Cerise. by classicdisasterstory, literature
Literature
By Cassondra Renee Cerise.
All the usual suspects,
Are the ones who have it fine.
The story that isnt told,
Is the one that is mine.
Everyday she sits there,
So happy and relaxed.
But what people dont know,
Is that her tolerance is maxed.
Because every night,
As she lies in her bed,
Visions of the day,
Pass through her head.
But not the happy ones
Of friends and the school,
Or homework or events,
Or the cute boy who called her cool.
They are the ones,
Who no one gets to see.
No one except,
The person that is me.
Of the screaming,
Of the fighting.
Of the pushing,
And the swearing.
The sister who calls her dumb,
The mother who hates her,
The fat
Cassondra Renee Cerise. by classicdisasterstory, literature
Literature
Cassondra Renee Cerise.
This is the story of a girl. A girl who could be your best friend, your old lover, your addiction, your greatest enemy, or the girl next door. A girl who has so many personalities and moods, it should be made illegal. A girl who's a little emo, but is usually smiling. A girl who loves to talk and write and be noticed. A girl who hates herself, and everything she stands for. A girl who bases herself off of her heroes, and envies the beautiful hollywood women. A girl with no self esteem. A girl who needs someone there with her at all times.
This is the story of a girl who is wayyy to bossy. A girl Ms. Paige calls "Queen of this Show." A girl w
Teen hearts racing.
Hands are shaking.
Palms are sweaty.
Getting ready.
Lose control.
Give up your soul.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Pull in, pull out.
Things get faster,
He don't love her,
But on a whim,
She loves him.
Ah, the story gets complex.
You thought it'd only be of sex.
Breathing intensifies.
Feeling intensifies.
It's starting to get rough.
She's touched him just enough.
Slowly she starts gasping.
The bed she begins grasping.
His movements getting quicker.
The air is getting thicker.
Here comes the big finale.
They're ready for finale.
Moaning a little louder.
His face is getting prouder.
He ends it with a sex
Short Story. Teen Nightmare. by classicdisasterstory, literature
Literature
Short Story. Teen Nightmare.
she sat down like always, right in between his legs on the cold cement. they were alone. she could barely face him, so she kept her eyes downward on her adidas. he, of course, being the oblivious male, didnt even notice.
raymond kept talking about what a horny 15 year old he was and how much he wanted her. usually amanda liked this, but today she just wanted to get out of there.
as his hand slowly began to venture down her abs to unbuckle her belt, she couldnt stop the tears from flowing. he didnt have a clue she was even upset, he just kept talking about last night's volleyball game and his day at school. he didnt seem to care.
raymond go
dear god help me. by classicdisasterstory, literature
Literature
dear god help me.
he was a liar.
a cheat.
a loser.
he had big hazel eyes and a smile that made me melt.
a bad boy attitude.
emotionless. so lost.
mind of his own.
smart.
quick thinking.
funny.
practical.
clever.
strong.
yet so scrawny.
young.
yet so old.
shit talker.
horny bastard.
pot smoker.
little boy.
cute but not that cute.
mysterious but not that mysterious.
i loved him.
with every fiber of my broken heart.
i loved him.
i had him all figured out.
predictable.
oh so predictable.
and yet.
fascinating.
oh so fascinating.
i wonder.
did he ever love me?
did i ever stand a chance?
no.
i answer myself.
never did i have a chan