USED

>I love you!

he said with his heart on hand, it was the very first time he had said that to someone and he meant it.

he was happy and daily walking on cloud 9 because now he had her, and she was all he wanted

everything he ever wished for, and even more than he had Imagined...

 His last relationship was not really great, they seen each other almost every day but it didn't worked out, this has destroy him and for many months he cryed on his bed, always wishpering her name

I used to go by his side and console him as much as I could... and often my hair got wet from his tears.

> Im sorry, you are all wet, and it's my fault.he used to say to me, while drying me with his t-shirt.

>>It's ok. I am here for you. I will always be here for you. 

and then he smiled.

His new girlfriend was nothing like the last one.  This one was very pretty, but ofcourse being pretty is not enough.I liked her after a few visits, she seem nice.  But I mostly liked her because she was making him happy, and for the first time my boy became a man.  

I did had to get used to miss him during the weekends,  they went out those days.  he started to get home late. around 12 O'clock and further.  Often I wondered why, and what was it that take him so long to come back home. I didn't like him being out so late, no matter how old he is. I wanted him home at 11 pm. no more later than that, but even thought I wanted to tell him, I never did because I was happy he was back safe and sound. 

 >> I want you to satay with me one weekend, just like we used to. please.

but he didn't answer me.  many days passed by and  one weekend he stayed home. I was surprised about it, he always goes out with her during the weekends, why wasn't him getting ready?  have him decided to stay with me?  this had made me happy at fisrt until I senced that there was something wrong. he was worried, I wished I knew what was bothering him so I can take his worries away; but he didn't tell.  He was happy when he taked on the phone with her, so maybe it was nothing... I kept calm and enjoyed my day with my boy.

 During the week I noticed he was sad and worried. I tried to let him know that I cared and that if he had any problem he could tell me. but he kept quiet.

it was a friday that he got up early in the morning and got ready.  for the way he was dressing I could tell that he was going to see her. > Wish me Luck!  he said, and slamed the door. 

>> good luck my boy, good luck.

he got home at night, but not as late as he used to.  he didn't eat, and I knew something was wrong. 

>> what happend? I asked

.> It's over. She dumped me.

he sat on the bed and started crying. 

I aproached him and I lay my head on his hands. 

> I loved her and she used me.  She never loved me, she never did.  and I gave her everything I could to make her happy. to make us happy. she  lied to me, she told me that she was getting behind in her school because of me. and that she had to fix her grades, but it was a lie, she Cheated, she went back with her ex boyfriend, and I know this for a fact because the guy came to where we were talking and kissed her right in front of me. it was then that she told me the truth...  that she just wanted to date me so she could say that she dated an older guy, but that now she was back with that douchbag. 

I hated her. because she had hurt my boy, the only love I ever had.  oh.. how I wish I was human, so I could hold him and talk to him and tell him that everything was going to be alright. how I wish I could kiss him like he kissed her... 

the girl he needs it's me. but unfortunately Im just his Dog.

 April 29,2011

could not resist

I entered the room, the lights were off and only I could manage to walk around touching w/ my hands, I felt it in front of me, I placed my hands to touch, and I wasn't expecting the stikiness, I liked it so I ran my finger on it, I could not resist the smell, and I licked the mousse of my finger. the taste was so rich, I never imagined it would be so good, so I open my mounth and put it inside, I moan, I swallowed, and bite hard into it! the lights turn on! and my friend saw me doing it, but it wasn't my fault. I really wanted to... and I wasn't counting for him to discover me, my friend looked at me w/ dissaproval, but I offered him a pice of that delicious chocolate cake to him, and he smiled. =)!

Rain never hurt anyone

The rain was heavy, all soaked from head to toe we ran seeking cover, but then I stop to a single thought.
rain never hurt anyone. huh?- you said. -I said, rain never hurt anyone.- well yes but... - nothing came to your mind, for the very first time you had nothing to say, no refutation, and I was amazed. -yes it is true, rain never hurt anyone, so we better just walk. - you took my hand and we walked, others ran trying to escape the cold water that attacked as if were millions of thousands of bees stinging their fragile skin, thunders roared with anger, and lightning illuminated the gray sky. Suddenly the street was empty, just us strolling, holding hands, soaked. - I love you- I said. - and I love you too- you said, so tenderly you kissed me. We were meant to be together, I just knew it. unfortunately I never had the guts to tell you. that is what hurts me the most. so today I am back here, in the same street we were, under a rain similar to the one that was falling that day holding your favorite flowers. I am here to tell you that I need you, that this should not have to be this way, it should not, it should not. so I will stay here, and I will keep on coming back until lightning strikes again in the same place we were, the exact spot you were standing. because we are meant to be together, I guess I was wrong when I said that rain never hurt anyone

Royal Academy

I am still struggling to close my suitcase because I have forgotten to pack my school supplies; it is so typical of me to leave it all to the last minute. My mother is downstairs, yelling at me to hurry up. She does this every time I am late for something. Finally it occurred to me to sit on top of the big brown suitcase to close it. “I’m done Mom!” I yell back so she can calm down a little.
She drives me to the airport as fast as she can. I can sense the tension in her shoulders, the way she is holding on to the car’s wheel looks as if she is about to break it. Her sight is on the road the entire time, and not once do I see her blink. “Are you okay mom?” I ask. “Yes, yes, I am fine. Did you pack everything?” she asks “Of course!” I reply. Soon, we are at the airport looking for the departure gate. I hold my ticket with my right hand, and a small suitcase with the left one. “Take care, kiddo,” Mother says. I am so into my thoughts that I don’t notice we have approached the departure gates, with the big blue number nine on it. “Good bye ma” I say, and hurry to the gates before I see her crying.

The flight is only 45 minutes. It takes me a while to figure out that most of the passengers are close to my age, and are alone. None of them us are traveling with an adult in charge. Some are listening to their iPods, others are throwing pieces of paper to their neighbors, a few are playing videogames, and the rest are just using their computers. “Where are you going?” I ask the girl next to me. She has big brown eyes and curly blond hair. When she opens her mouth to answer I can smell her peppermint breath. I don’t like her voice. It is too high pitched and it pierces my eardrums in a painful way. “I am going to Royal Academy, just like every single person on this flight.” She then turns her head to the window and doesn’t speak anymore.
I am happy when the plain arrives at the airport; several buses are waiting for the students, and soon I am outside the institution. This school looked normal on the outside. It is not quite as I imagined but then again I have read so many fictional books that my imagination has gone wild. I have to admit I am a little disappointed. I was expecting a castle, like those in England, or something similar to it. Some man wearing a black cloak comes out of the school and arranges us into groups. I am part of the first group to enter the building. Inside, the walls and the ceiling have a splendid neo gothic structure. Arches and round windows dominate the corridors, followed by double helix stairs made of stone. Nevertheless, it is not just the structure of the school that makes it so different from any other. Only those students with powers could attend, and being out of the ordinary was the key to become part of this prestigious institution. The man with the cloak then asks each student what powers they have. Those who are unsure give background information. I knew what I was, but I never thought I would meet others like me, or others different from me. The man with the black cloak then turns to ask me the question: “Please, say your name and your breed.” His eyes like two flames that illuminate the shadow of his face. “My name is Adam, my mother is human and my father was a vampire, I am a Damphire,” I reply. Some kids start laughing; I saw a few with rage in their eyes. Those whom were near me became scared. I even hear some gasps. “Well, we don’t get many of your kind so often, you will be placed in the vampires’ hall, welcome aboard!” the man shouts, moving away from me. Some kids walk to a corner in order to put some distance between us. Humans think that Royal Academy is a regular school because it looks normal on the outside, but in the inside it is full of mystic creatures.


I have two versions of this story, i don't know what I did with the other one, which was better. :(