This is where you can see when I get bored and write about.

I was walking towards the haunted house with my wig in one hand and candy in the other. I gulped and slowly walk forward to the old house. I was the only one who was on that side of the road. I was now at that front door step. I told myself,"Mel, you have to do this." I knocked on the door, and no one answered. I turned back and started to walk away, but then I heard this voice say, "Want some candy, my dear?" I started to say no when I was struck from behind. Everything went black, and I fell to the sidewalk... Read more?Click here to find out what happens next!

I try everyday to fit in,
I get pushed out.

Every time I try to talk,
I get ignored.

Every time I try to walk,
I fall down.

I guess I'm not ready for this life,
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