My hearing dies out and every part of me relaxes, unmoving. I swallow once more and release my grip on Rayah's hand. Someone comes to my side and says stuff to the others, but I don't understand a word.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
He lets go of my hand but I keep my promise, staying by his side. They take him into the truck and look at him. I watch, tears falling from my eyes before sitting next to him.
I'm staying right here.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
As if a draft passed by, my whole body goes cold. I can't move, can't speak, can't blink, can't breathe... The taste of blood is gone, replaced with nothingness. Then it all fades black...
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I hear a beep from a machine and it knocks me out of my daze, seeing Jace's skin pale... My eyes water and I'm forced out, hating how I had to leave him. I plop down in the grass and bring my head in my hands, taking deep breaths.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Education is education. We should learn everything and then choose which path to follow. Education is neither Eastern or Western; it is human. — Malala
lol.