Post by Shelly on Aug 9, 2008 18:19:14 GMT -5
*imagines being squeeze-hugged by Andrew* Wow, I always knew my imagination is so vivid. I love you, Andrew.
Okay, guys. This is THE END. It's about time too, it's been two years. I'm almost breathing a sigh of relief, and also crying on the inside too, if you know what I mean. And I also because I have my final two years of high school to think about.
Amy, thanks for believing in me and helping me get started.
Emma, May - thanks as well.
Readers and requestees, past and present - THANK YOU so much. I've grown a lot with the series, and I'm not afraid any more to be who I am.
I'm not going to stop writing. You can request to me via PM, and I will do it personally. It just won't be in the series. And I might try some McAbby.
"Mad World" performed by Gary Jules. For all you Donnie Darko fans, and it continues off Wicked Game.
Officer Jameson scribbled down details in his notebook, as he looked at the crash in front of him.
Quigley Quagmire and Violet Baudelaire, 25 and 24 years old respectively, were dead.
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
He looked at his sketch of the crash, a mangled wreck with the two bodies holding hands.
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad World
There was blood everywhere.
The ambulances were on standby, waiting until the police had all the details before recovering the fatalities.
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
"Yikes," Jameson whispered, and closed his sketchbook. "At least they're together now."
He looked over at the paramedics and nodded, indicating that they could retrieve the bodies.
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad World
Enlarging your world
Mad World.
Quigley and Violet were put in body bags, resting in peace as they were loaded onto the ambulances.
Okay, guys. This is THE END. It's about time too, it's been two years. I'm almost breathing a sigh of relief, and also crying on the inside too, if you know what I mean. And I also because I have my final two years of high school to think about.
Amy, thanks for believing in me and helping me get started.
Emma, May - thanks as well.
Readers and requestees, past and present - THANK YOU so much. I've grown a lot with the series, and I'm not afraid any more to be who I am.
I'm not going to stop writing. You can request to me via PM, and I will do it personally. It just won't be in the series. And I might try some McAbby.
"Mad World" performed by Gary Jules. For all you Donnie Darko fans, and it continues off Wicked Game.
* * *
Officer Jameson scribbled down details in his notebook, as he looked at the crash in front of him.
Quigley Quagmire and Violet Baudelaire, 25 and 24 years old respectively, were dead.
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
He looked at his sketch of the crash, a mangled wreck with the two bodies holding hands.
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad World
There was blood everywhere.
The ambulances were on standby, waiting until the police had all the details before recovering the fatalities.
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
"Yikes," Jameson whispered, and closed his sketchbook. "At least they're together now."
He looked over at the paramedics and nodded, indicating that they could retrieve the bodies.
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad World
Enlarging your world
Mad World.
Quigley and Violet were put in body bags, resting in peace as they were loaded onto the ambulances.