Functions of the Heart

In the wake of my dream, a subtle flinch of pain escaped my lips- Being a not so sweet sixteen year old, having bitter lips and a fowl attitude- At least I know it! -The display of a one minded eleventh grader never did justice to anyone.

The sour thoughts that filled my mind, the pain of cliched murmurs of intense excitment- Then the alarm bells start rining strong, the screeching alarm clock starts to fill my ears. It was just another bloody dream, why's it so damn hard to complete a dream, to finally get to see my McHottie's face.