and it's the lit pick of the day. I may die from joy
I'm so happy, I think i might cry . . . no lie. Thanks so much to ~Miss-S-Bird for suggesting and featuring "One of Those"!


SurvivorBeatrice should have known something was amiss the moment she heard melancholy music spilling from her sisters room. Yet she chose to take no meaning from it. Eliza had taken to the sadder side of her CD collection since her boyfriend died five months ago. Admittedly, it wasnt an easy loss for anyone to cope with. Even those who knew him in passing were still reeling. Mac had been the victim of cruel fate. While driving home with his best friend, he was rear-ended by a man in a Cadillac. It wasnt much more that a light fender-bender, but it was enough to send Macs coked-up friend into a frenzy. He jumped ouSurvivor


"A" is for AverageMay had always been the smartest kid in our class. Getting straight As every marking period for eight and a half years got her that title. On top of that, every girl in the class wanted to be her for some reason. I never thought she was that great, but the girls did. They were probably just jealous cause she played the piano in some symphony orchestra and had gotten all these medals in gymnastics. But whatever. I dont try to get how girls think. I mean theyre always out to get one another. Like they were always tryin to trip May in gym class or destroy her science projects. They also spent a lot of time making fu"A" is for Average


One of ThoseShe was one of those strange little girls, the kind who never fit in with the dress-wearing ones . . . the ones who played with dolls, braided hair for fun, and talked about being mommies one day. She preferred overalls to little pink sundresses and hiking boots to white Keds. She played with her brothers friends, the only blonde in the roaming pack of testosterone.One of Those
With her hair pulled tight into a ponytail, she chased the ice cream man and outran the Heinburgs German Shepherds. She leapt over creeks and onto dog piles, having nothing to do with clean games. The little girls she was predestine


TrappedTheyre watching us, J.C. Theyre watching us . . . theyre always watching use. Were never safe. Were never secure. Were just lab rats, J.C. LAB RATS! Little vermin scuttling round the big maze we call home . . . always at the mercy of the whitecoats . . . the ones with the clipboards and pens and big glasses that reflect the fluorescent light . . . the light that blinds all so we cannot see. Were blind, J.C. Blind mice. (sings) Three blind mice three blind mice. See how they run, see how they run. (stops singing and turns head upward)Trapped
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