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She could no longer recall his image to her mind, not in the detailed and accurate way she used to. She might try to remember but it was as if she airbrushed him, smoothing over any line, freckle, bump or imperfection. She was left with a silhouette, a head of black curls, huge brown eyes, the white part startlingly pure and large, curved, kissable lips. It was intangible, it was not perfect, it was not reality. But it was enough. The memory of him, though blurred, managed to serve its purpos...

PRIVACY ALERT! EMILY ONLY 4 UR EYES ONLY Dear Emily Im just writing this letter because I still have heaps of unanswered questions to ask and I just want to know if you can answer each question truthfully please? Well here it goes... Well im just sitting here chillin on my bed , and to my surprise 'We Belong Together' come on and I am sittin wunderin if you did 'appreciate all the love I had to give? And I wanna know what the last letter you gave to me actually ment?? NOW ON TO THE GUDD STUFF...

The screen of her cellphone flashed, the red light flickered on and off. Instantly, she knew the message was from Zane. She picked it up and glanced at the message he had written in the familiar, archaic style she was getting to know so well. He was asking her how her exam had went, in his way. She began tapping in her reply, her mind wandered to the comment her friend's had made about Zane that very morning as they waited for their exam to begin. They found him completley annoyed but they re...

Mid November. 14:43 a1/p1 I’ve been left home alone when it’s a teacher only day at school. It’s an oppurtunity most people my age would use to get drunk or stoned, but not me. My mother has made me stay at home to study for my upcoming NCEA level 1 science exam. She keeps telling me how lucky I am that I get to do it a year earlier than everyone else, and how great it is that I don’t have any other exams this year, but I just cannot be bothered studying at the moment. Besides, I’m going to W...

The Holidays had been great. Most of it anyway. I was a bit depressed at the Bach in Oamaru but I guess no electricity will do that to you. All I had was books, which ran out, and my Walkman, filled with emotional songs, which just seemed to make everything worse. Then there was the New Years party. The first time I’d gotten drunk to the point of memory loss. It was kind of scary since I didn’t know anyone there. Well, except for Nicola but she hardly counted, I hadn’t seen her since two Chri...