Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all hap...
“Plain and simple. Three words. Eight letters. Say it. And I’ll have forever with you in it.” He whispered in my ear. My arms are resting on his shoulders, and were swaying to the sound of every creature lingering in the dark. The silence made everything special. Every memory, beautifully tragic or just tragic floatin...