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WritingBottle of words
Dip in my soul
Stir it all up
And pour it out to the world
Some will drink
Some will refuse
But as long as I can make
My complicated potion
No one can stop me
From sharing my freedom
MasqueradeMask of all colours
Hide my face from the world
The true me
That nobody ever wants to see
A broken soul
Underneath a Broadway show
Of bright lights
And interesting colours
Hide my face
Until there is someone who
Is brave enough to lift it
I have to wait until
A final curtain call
Words"Leave me alone! I'm sick and tired of you!"
"Why?! What have I done wrong?!"
"You know EXACTLY what, Raphael, do I have to spell it out?!"
"Yeah, you do, actually." Raph says, grabbing hold of my arm. "You do."
I glare at him and jerk my arm from his grasp.
"I was handling myself just fine. They were just being idiots."
"They were going to try and-" Rah tails off before shaking his head and continuing. "I had to help you!"
"Help? Oh the help was fine, the help was great."
"Then what's the problem?!"
"The problem, Raphael?! The problem was, and I quote: 'You're just a girl, it's too dangerous for you'. That was the problem."
Raph stops and glares at the floor.
"I didn't mean to say that..."
"Pssshhh. You didn't mean to say that?! Do you know how degrading that was?! I can handle myself fine-"
"I know, but I just-"
"And I can do it without you."
I jump over the turnstiles and straight to my room.
The others are giving me looks.
I don't care.
They heard it, whatever.
I'm too angry r
AceXReader: 7 Minutes in Heaven"Take your pick." RJ says, waving the hat in front of you.
You put your hand in cautiously.
Some of the males at this party look as if they could have put somthing sharp in there.
A cold object confirms your suspicions and you shy away from it, your hand bumping into something soft.
You pull it out.
"A... feather?" You say, looking hard at it.
It looks like a peacock feather, but it's purple.
The eye is black and white, with a red heart right in the centre.
"Who's is this?" You ask, turning to her.
"Oh. You've got a good one, let me just call him." RJ says, turning to a poker table on the other side of the room.
"Yo, Ace! Get on up here!"
A blonde man in a gold suit looked up from his set of cards.
You can see the sky blue in his eyes even from that far away when he looks at you.
"Is it hot in here all of a sudden, RJ?" You ask.
She laughs. "No. It's just him."
Ace gets up and walks over.
There's a definite confidence in his stride.
It's ever so slightly intimidating.
The Aftermath: Part 20I step down from the stage cautiously.
Keeping my eyes to the ground, I give the mic to the nearest person and walk over to where Raph and Toby are standing.
Toby pats me on the back. "You were really good!"
I shuffle my feet. "I guess..."
Toby looks from me to Raph and walks away.
"You were really good. What's wrong with you?"
"I just thought that maybe you wouldn't like it, I mean, I'm not very good, and it's a song that not many people know."
Raph gives me a dead arm.
"What was that for?!"
"You are adorably stupid, you know that? Seriously?"
Seriously, two words.
Ok, that might be three, but I have no clue, so...
"You were good! And I'm getting you on that American Idol game that Mikey found."
"No way! I can't!"
Raph shrugs. "You know I can get Emma to make you."
"You dare, and I swear I will find a devious revenge." I yawn slightly.
"What? To tired to think of a good one now?"
"Yup! It is midnight after all..."
"It is? Great. Toby, sir? RJ's tired, can
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