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Poem:

They sat by there together,
in each others arms.
Hoping the best was to come,
the winds of change hadn't started to blow quite yet...
But they could feel that surrender was never an option.
They had been through the worst,
when Amy and Dylan were taken from them.
They had suffered so much,
trying to forget everything that hurt them so much.
Now their relationship was threatened,
as a simple cough escaped from the young girl sitting in her best friends arms.
She wasn't well,
and they both knew so.
If she would get better,
if the winds of change would start blowing,
if the best was to finally arrive...
Only time could tell.

Quote:

Life is like a bouncy ball... Fun at times but it can get away from you.

Story Piece (I'm REALLY bored....):

Trista and Cory sat on the Heritage Bridge. The wind was blowing harder then ever before, making Trista's blonde hair wip this way and that way. It was now starting to rain and the two slowly began to get drenched... But they still didn't move- They sat there silently. Trista had stopped crying a half an hour ago... When she had run out of tears to cry. She was agsausted and now had her head on Cory's strong shoulder. She wasn't dressed in the bbest cloths for a rainy day, in her pink t-shirt and white skirt. She had her white hat on her lap and her blue eyes were now closed as she drifted off to sleep. Cory wore his usual sweater and jeans, his long black hair blowing in the wind as well. His green eyes were on the rapids below. He remember seeing Trista's family photo crashed on the kitchen floor... The house up in smoke. Trista was alone... Every one called her a murderer of her own family- She hadn't ment to... Cory had no troubles in his life- He wasn't like Trista. He had always wanted to get away... Ran away from home when he was only ten... Never went back- Promising himself to never stay in a place for long then two days and now he sat ashamed of himself... Sitting on the Heritage bridge with his arm around the girl he had met and fallen in love with two weeks ago in Heritage town- Ten minutes away from the bridge. How was he going to tell her to move on? He had no heart no fealings... He wouldn't take a girl with him... Ever... Even if she was beautiful, needed his help, and even if he loved her. Cory was loner... He wanted nothing to do with the mysterious happenings of love... He just wanted to be alone.