Poppy X Scraps Novels & Stories

I walked toward the trash can, my steps unsteady. Out of habit, I checked to see if my roommates had thrown away any leftover or expired food I could salvage. I had spent most of the semester surviving this way. Just as I started digging through the trash, someone pushed the door open. "Ugh, Elena, why are you going through the garbage again? That's disgusting." My roommate Danielle Lynch's voice made my face burn with shame. I jerked my hand back from the trash can like it had burned me. She glanced at the scratch card on my desk and immediately understood. Undisguised contempt filled her eyes.

“Well, in my opinion, a romantic tragedy seems like the best option.” Oh, wow. A romantic tragedy just like her life. How ironic. “Great. Now the plot.” she didn't want to disagree, she just wanted to complete this project. They spent the next three hours working on the plot and at the end of the day, they both were exhausted. “Do you want to eat something?” She asked, he was a decent guy she had decided. He shook his head. “Let’s grab something instead.” He suggested and to her surprise she found herself nodding.

Dear baby bird Dear sparrow You look alot like me when I lost my wings Dear baby bird don't be discouraged maybe freedom doesn't come in touching the sky Chorus You can fly in the ocean You can soar in your soul you don't need wings to feel free Dear baby bird Dear sparrow Don't feel pressure I know you just wanted to heal Dear sparrow Just hush now may be freedom comes when We don't need to make a sound You can fly and the ocean You can soar in your soul You don't need wings to feel free I know you can fly Dear sparrow Dear baby bird Dear sparrow You look a lot like me When I lost my wings " Scars to your beautiful " by Alessia Cara She just wants to be beautiful She goes unnoticed, she kno

’ I do not get to complete my words as I drop to the floor in sobs. I know my makeup will get smudged but right now, I do not even care. All I want is to lead Randel back to sanity. who would even care about a stupid makeup whiles their heart’s been ripped into thousand pieces. Randel is my first love and I am not ready to loose him. Just as I am on the floor, I see Halley in the crowd of people, are who are either staring at me with pity or staring at Randel with distaste.

The cut on my forehead was now a light pink shade, barley a scratch. I need to ask him what herbs those were… I made a mental note. After deciding I was enjoying my dream, I opted to go back to sleep. I tried to stay on a schedule, but I felt like the last 36 hours had allowed me some flexibility. I turned the alarm in my room off before returning to bed. Around noon, I woke to Scarlet shaking me. She mentioned something about Bethany wanting to talk with me. I slid out of the bed pulling my joggers on before following her into the main house. Upon entering I headed straight for the coffee machine.

He waved his hand smugly and ordered his men to search Poppy. Poppy let them search without fear. “I’ll eat my hat if you can find anything useful on me!” Poppy’s worthless clothes had been thrown away, and the last pill she carried with her had been given to Penny. Anyway, these pills were meant to heal injuries and restore energy, so Philip's people ate them like jelly beans at leisure. Poppy had gotten rid of the pills and was certain they could not find anything on her. “Patriarch, we couldn’t find anything on her!”

“Come here, you stupid girl.” Poppy whimpered but didn’t resist. She’d learned long ago that struggling only made things worse. Laura dragged her back up the stairs by her hair and flung her across the floor to Penelope’s feet. “Mother, I can’t feel my face,” Penelope cried, still holding the cheek Poppy had scratched. “It’s okay, darling. I’ll have Mr. Lu patch it up,” Laura said, brushing her daughter’s hair back. Poppy laid on the floor, her chest heaved, and she was trying to breathe. She focused on counting, slow and steady, like her doctor taught her.

Instead, there’s a message from Poppy. Poppy: I was cleaning out my trailer to get ready for the show this weekend and found a few older blankets that don't fit my warmbloods. Would you happen to want them? They're in decent shape. I'll take whatever I can get, though I'm not sure what Poppy’s intentions are as of yet. I've met women like her before, women who need validation and who need to put others down because of their own insecurities. I would say it's easy to feel sorry for them, but when you live a lavish life like Poppy, I don't pity you no matter how insecure your childhood might have made you.

"Uh… I didn't cheat on Alex, we ended things after the Snow Ball. Not that we were really a thing, it was a bit of fun but just didn't feel right to be anything serious, you know? Please don't hate me." "You're fine Poppy, it's ok, Alex already told me, I'm glad you had fun, have you got a picture of him?" Poppy's grin returns and despite the groans of her two friends, she holds up her phone where a picture of a guy wearing a lot of gold jewellery, a backwards baseball cap and bright green sunglasses obliterating the view of the majority of his face, is smirking at the camera, his hand gripping his chin with his first finger pointing skywards.

One encounter at a gathering shattered my fragile hope like a bolt of lightning. I had unintentionally overheard him talking with a friend. The friend’s voice was tinged with disappointment and frustration. “Mike, man, don’t you know how lucky you are? That girl, Shannon, she’s got the looks, the figure, the money—and most importantly, she’s head over heels for you. Just settle down with her already.” Mike took a drag from his cigarette, a cold smile tugging at the corner of his lips. But that smile was sharp as a blade.