Song Of Trouble Novels & Stories

"The one damn fucking teacher who had it out for everyone to fail them?" "Yeah, him. Well, there was a group of four of us, we were the smarter kids in the class, and we were barely above average in his class. No matter how many times we fought him, we'd lose, and I swear our grades would go down. Well, we might have hacked his computer system to get the answers to the file. Roger, one of the guys, was a programming nerd and was able to cover his tracks. Mr. Malcom couldn't figure out how the hell we passed but I felt so guilty afterward. Everyone was so proud of me for passing." "And you didn’t say anything?"

The rebellion feels as sweet as it does terrifying. Back at my apartment, Trouble greets me with all the drama of a seasoned performer. He flops onto the floor in front of me, legs splayed out. “Hey, you little diva,” I say, scooping him up despite his exaggerated meow of protest. Of course, the indignation lasts all of two seconds before he’s purring in my arms, his head pressing into my hand as I scratch behind his ears.

he said caressing my chin softly. " Please " I dobbed, am I really going to die, no I can't die here my baby, my baby needs to see the world, my dad must live I can't die with him, I can't die here, I took my defence there was a broken bottle nere by, despite the blood gushing from my hand, I kept striving to cut the God damn rope. I finally did, I took the bottle still with blood and bruises on my hand, I remained calm watching the man for quiet a while.

I was listening to the same song that I listened to every morning when I ran along this path, Ruelle’s “Game of Survival.” I had the song on a loop. I loved the beat. There was just something about this song that helped me to free my mind. I pushed myself harder as I ran along the path, loving the power that I felt contained within my body. Since I had gotten here, I could feel myself growing stronger physically. Now I just had to work on getting myself stronger mentally! As I followed the path, through the pouring rain, my thoughts turned to a problem I had picked up on recently. I had become a little protective over the girls I shared a room with. The girls and I had been spending more and

he started singing it like it was a new trending song. ‘Something’s up with him. Anyways why care. He always have something up his sleeve’ I dropped my body on my bed screaming on my pillow. “Agh!” ONE YEAR AGO CONTINUES…. “If you make it home alive” he finished running the other way. So I did, we went our separate ways, but not before the two guys caught up with me. I wasn’t running, neither did I trust anyone. I just told myself if I die today then so be it, but I wasn’t gonna die running scared from no human being.

The men were checking me up and down and for a minute, I couldn't move. I glanced back at the curtain and saw Miss Victoria's head peeping in between it. "Go on.." she whispered. As much as I want to, I can no longer go back. I'm already here so I guess I'm just gonna rock the stage. The music started to play and it was my cue to start dancing. I took a deep breath before stepping slowly towards the metal pole. I moved my body in accordance with the rhythm of the music. I've got nothing to be embarrassed about 'cause it's not like I'm a pure type of person. I have no family to care for me, nor friends except the gay bartender here, basically nothing so I guess this is not a bad idea at all.

Skyla pov I sat down still on the chair, my heart pounding loudly in my ears and my pulse racing. My anxious eyes glanced repeatedly at the ticking clock, the only sound i can hear at this moment. Jason has never stayed out this long. My eyes strayed to the food on the table and a trickle of tears stubbornly flowed down my cheek. I wiped it forcefully away. The door suddenly sounded and i jumped at the sound. My husband staggered in, reeking with alcohol, his hands around an equal drunk girl.

a piercing voice said and I recognised it immediately. “Anthem” Someone called and suddenly they all began to sing a strange song and I just lip-synced along. Soon the assembly is dismissed and everyone begins to scatter. Someone bumped into me and I staggered but didn't fall. I walked in the crowd and made my way successfully into the hall and released a sigh of relief, but just as I'm about to take another step, I'm suddenly pushed and I topple over about to fall but I'm caught by an arm. I swallow hard, my head would have crashed on the ground.

❤THEME SONG RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤ ❤FOOLS Song by Troye Sivan❤ ❤I am tired of this place, I hope people change I need time to replace what I gave away And my hopes, they are high, I must keep them small Though I try to resist I still want it all I see swimming pools and living rooms and aeroplanes I see a little house on the hill and children's names I see quiet nights poured over ice and Tanqueray

With a knife in hand, Olivia Gerber catches Caleb Jebb in bed with another woman for the ninth time, only to discover that the woman is none other than her younger sister, Shannon Gerber. The usually aloof Caleb suddenly grabs the knife and drives it deep into his own abdomen. "Don't hurt Shannon." Caleb stares at Olivia with bloodshot eyes, his voice unexpectedly shaking. "You can get back at me however you want. I'll accept it. Are you happy now?" Olivia freezes on the spot, her fingertips numb from the warmth of his blood. The next moment, Gerald Gerber, her father, hurries over and slaps her across the face. He launches into a furious tirade. "Olivia, have you lost your mind? All