"Gotcha," John replied. He said goodbye to Ian, and sped off to his house. Luckily, his parents were working late, so they wouldn't notice if he took a few cases of beer from his dad's stash. Even though he enjoyed the money his parents made, John wished that they were home more often. He sighed, and continued to drive home.
Alice nodded, "Sure." She didn't bother calling her parents on her monstrosity of a phone. They wouldn't be home until late anyway. She knew things were tough financial wise at her house, but she wished that she could actually see her parents every once in a while. They had crazy work hours.
The girl in the dress wrote you a song.
Be Yourself! There's NO ONE better!
Warning: Objects in a mirror maybe distorted due society's unrealistic views of beauty.
If you're feeling lost, alone, suicidal, or have tendencies to self-harm, come talk to me. I might not always know what to say, but I'll be there.