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Shay and Ash Chapter 2 I watched the clock in my sixth period English class like a hungry hawk. All I could think of is the time I was about to spend with my green eyed hero,Ash. 3.....2.....1 RING. I Darted out the room like a bat out of hell.
At the parking lot Ash flagged me down. He was standing next to a Audi R8, it looked like it was new.
" Hey shay!"
" That's a nice car," I say like a brain dead zombie.
" You like it? It was a gift from my dad for my 17th birthday, he works at the Audi dealership." Ash grinned at my fascination with his car.
" Wanna go for a ride in it?"
" Hell yeah I do!" We got in the dream machine,setting our backpacks in the back and drove off. The Audi sliced through the roads, I definitely have to get one for myself when i have a driver's licence.
" So, what kind of music you listen to?" Ash asked in a soft tone.
Shay and Ash Chapter 1 I knew this day was gunna be different, the butterflies in my stomach told me so. In history class, sitting in the 3rd seat in the 4th row, i saw him for the first time. Ash, he was about 5'10" with short black hair with red tips, green eyes, lightly tan skin, and with a lightly muscular build. " Ash why don't you sit in front of Shay" said the history teacher. OH SHIT, I'm Shay. He walked over to the desk in front of me, put his back pack down and sat in his desk. God, his hair is beautiful. I stared at his hair the entire period and, like an alarm clock the lunch bell rang.
Ash was the first to leave the classroom. I quickly got my backpack and headed towards my locker. I fumbled with my lock and like so many times before opened my locker.
"Hey you,". I looked behind me to see Ash standing there with his hands in his pockets.
"Hi," I said nervously.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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