Writing-Painting

Chapter 1: : Gerard's POV: I was just slumped in the corner of the coffee shop drinking my coffee like every other morning only today I had an interview! I'm really excited, you see I'm training to be a teacher and so I'm going for a job as a part timer to learn a few tricks before I become full time. My interview was at 11 o'clock, I looked down at my wrist. Damn I forgot my watch. I scanned the room looking for people to ask. My eyes set on this woman who was cleaning a table so I couldn't really tell what she looked like. "Excuse me" I asked. She turned around. I must have stumbled back a bit as to my surprise it wasn't a she at all. My

whispers the girl to the boy as she kneels by his bed: -----i know how it feels to be scared in the night; -----to dance half a step slower, still waiting for the partner who left long ago; -----to stand alone, still searching for the voice who moved far away. oh, she murmurs, as they stare at the ceiling: -----i know the ache in turning the last page; -----i know the disappointment hidden in the repetition of tomorrows, ----------when everything changed but nothing's new. look, says the girl, as she points to the stars: -----i know how it feels to pull a teddybear out of storage in the middle of the night, ----------just for so