That's Who I Am Novels & Stories

You’re here. Yes, You must be real. I am, Am I dreaming? I am dreaming. Did I hear her right? What does she mean? I don’t understand, it does not make sense. I am dreaming. She is dreaming.

I really don't know how to deal with them. My mom likes Chloe a lot. She always told me that how come I can't be just like her. And I answered her simply because I am Marga, in short for Margaret, my name is too long to Its right? So yeah that's simple reason. But she said that I should be like her. She even told me that she used to be just like her when she was young. And I asked myself quietly. Am I really my mom's daughter? Because let's face it. It's really true that she's like my cousin.

"And I don't want the world to see me, 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am," Do you know who I am, Quel? I was once your girl. Do you know who I am, Zein? I am your mother, baby. You came from my womb, my little angel. "And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming, Or the moment of truth in your lies,"

This is me now, this is who I am. The elation in my soul knows no bounds. I try to take a step forward, but then, everything goes black

I looked at him from head to toe. He had little curly, dark brown hair. His skin color was a bit pale like the people who live in snow and his blue eyes were adding to his beauty. The dark red lips were like red strawberries which were visible from far away. And a tattoo on the side of his neck which wasn't much visible because of his jacket. But I saw a little tattoo on his wrist and it was saying,"I AM NOT MYSELF". I bet if anyone meets him for the first time, they will probably notice his dark red lips first. He was wearing a dark black jacket and a white t-shirt. His shoes were black and white sneakers and his jeans pants were also black.

ELENA I AM… I AM… I am selfish. I only care about myself. I only care about what I want. No one else matters… just the goal ahead. The words echoed in my head like a bitter chant, hollow and sharp, cutting through my conscience like broken glass. Am I wrong for acting the way I did?

I am doomed. ~~~~~~~~~

And sooner or later it's over I just don't wanna miss you tonight And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's meant to be broken I just want you to know who I am And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like the movies Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's meant to be broken I just want you to know who I am And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's meant to be broken I just want you to know who I am And I don't want t

I'm not a Sawyer. Then who the hell am I?

And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's meant to be broken I just want you to know who I am" He sniffled as closed his eyes, the gentle breeze of the October weather caressing his face make him shiver and I pulled him again my chest to keep him warm "And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's meant to be broken I just want you to know who I am" The song began to slap as the final verse reached its peak. "I just want you to know who I am