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My voice comes out a low whisper No one hears No one looks My face, sullen and red No one notices I do not speak at school. My answers, always incorrect Everyone hears Everyone looks My face, sullen and red Everyone notices I do not speak at school. From immortal silence To eternal dunce In a matter of seconds I do not speak up I do not speak out I do not speak at school.

Dear Journal-                Dearest Journal? Darling Journal? I've never kept one of these before. Obviously, because I’m two seconds in and already I sound like a complete idiot. That takes some talent, I suppose. Anyways, I don’t exactly know why I’m writing in you. It feels a bit redundant, scattering my rambling thoughts onto this page, but what the hell. Mom told me I needed an outlet, and now here I am, with absolutely nothing to say.                High school’s going great. That’s something. It’s also a lie, but most things are just a little. That sounded

A chill hung in the air, much as it had those past few years since the fall of the Rome. The moon was high but the clouds hid her sad, graceful face from the mortal world below. A lone wolf, his coat torn to rags and speckled with blood, howled in the dark distance. The girl pulled her black fur-lined hood closer about her pale face, her pale grey eyes darting quickly from left to right. A drunkard watched her pass and shivered when her dark shadow crawled across his pimpled skin. The black alley cat hissed and ran. The heavy oak door of the tavern repelled from the gentle touch of her black gloved fingertips. The riot inside hardly blinked