The Door at the Back of The Library_We All Deserve Love_(Un) Lucky June_Life as Hayley Williams
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The Door at the Back of The Library
Today, at 12, was the day that I would find what was behind the door on the librarians' desk, in the gigantic, with eighty thousand books, library in our two hundred and fifty people town, even though most of them were empty, with several areas dedicated to the books that would be written, or that was Peter, the librarian that actually left the desk told me when he caught me sneaking in one of the empty areas.My friends would say it was probably dark magic books, banned for their contents, and the proof was that you needed to sign with blood the book of immortals to enter. I doubt it since, am...
We All Deserve Love
My face is small, and my nose is too big. I push down hard on my nose, feel the bone protruding underneath and smush the skin further. I hope somehow that I can bend this bone, shape it into a mold of my own design. The bridge begins to ache, and I move on to my next assault. My fingers reach to my two front teeth. There are white spots on each front tooth. They stick out like a sore thumb, and they are white as ghosts. My fingernail scrapes over the teeth and I push hard with surmounting agony, just like my mom used to do before she realized they were permanent.“I am so ugly.” I tell the ref...
(Un) Lucky June
“June Li wait!” She is shouting through the crowd. “JUNE LI!” “No,” I croak. I’m out of breath and desperate to get away. My leg is twisted at the knee, but I’m still trying to run. I knew jumping off the roof was going to hurt. But I had no other choice. Seriously. My luck has been so shitty lately! I push my hair out of my eyes to see where I’m going. There--The lights twinkling over the Zhu Jiang River, the Dragon Boat Festival is about to start. If I can make it there before they light the floating Dragon, maybe I can lose her. I mean, it’s not like I meant to burn down her stupid kitchen...
Life as Hayley Williams
I remember since the age of four I would often think about wanting to live a different life. I was in quite emotional pain and longed nothing more for happiness. This is when I developed depression although at the time I did not know that. At this time in my life, my family was living together but had already grown apart. There was domestic violence and abuse in the household. I went into foster care two years later.In the second grade, at recess I would stare at the house across the street from the school. It was a blue little house and there were young children who often played outside ...