Shadow of a BeautyShe looked down at the ground to avoid the cold winds harsh assault. She noticed her shadow. Her hair was being blown behind her. She lifted her head slightly, changing the angle. She smiled. In her head she pictured a hair model. It reminded her of one of those shampoo commercials where it shows a beautiful woman walking outside in a big city with her hair being blown back behind her. And even in her paint staind pants, dirty suede coat and tennis shoes, she, for once, felt beautiful.
From Good to Bad to TerrifyingThe clock is ticking away the seconds that i remain awake.My body aches from fatigue,My eyes droop with every blink.Every noise i hear in the background scares me.Are they doing it again?I listen closely to see if there is yelling.I pray that there is no yelling.I pray i will not be thrown into another of their arguments.I turn up my music and cry.My eyes burn from the many tears i have shed already.I am scared that he hates me now.I have taken sides on this one because he is wrong.He scared me. Made me shake with terror.I do not consider him my father right now, he does not deserve that title. He thinks he did n