What A Joke! Poor Little Rich Girl's

It Feels Like It's The End Of The World If You Don't Do Well On Your Sats.

We're In This Together, Right?" He Whispers. "you And Me? You Want To Be Here, Yeah?" There's Guilt In His Questions. "yes," I Reply. "i Chose This." Day Pulls Me Close Enough For Our Noses To Touch. "i Love You.

I Make Sure To Keep A Good Distance Between Us, Just In Case She Decides To Get Happy With A Knife Or Something.

To Love Is To Be Afraid. You Are Frightened, Deathly Terrified, That Something Will Happen To Those You Love. Think Of The Possibilities. Does Your Heart Clench With Each Thought? That, My Friend, Is Love. And Love Enslaves Us All, For You Cannot Have Love Without Fear.

You Should Have Taken Me With You," I Whisper To Him. Then I Lean My Head Against His And Begin To Cry. In My Mind, I Make A Silent Promise To My Brother's Killer. I Will Hunt You Down. I Will Scour The Streets Of Los Angeles For You. Search Every Street In The Republic If I Have To. I Will Trick You And Deceive You, Lie, Cheat And Steal To Find You, Tempt You Out Of Your Hiding Place, And Chase You Until You Have Nowhere Else To Run. I Make You This Promise: Your Life Is Mine.