It Is My Time. The Time Of

My Choices Were To Either Give In And Let Them Kill All Of Us Or Fight Back With Everything I Had. I Chose The Second One, ’cause I’m Just Funny That Way.

Okay, If This Is What Falling In Love Feels Like, Someone Please Kill Me Now. (not Literally, Overzealous Readers.) But It Was All Too Much - Too Much Emotion, Too Much Happiness, Too Much Longing, Perhaps Too Much Ice Cream.

Hi, Max," She Said, Pushing Her Shades Up Onto Her Curls. "i Hope Your Wearing Sunscreen," I Said, “your Gonna Have Hella Wrinkles By The Time Your Ten.” “want Some Daiquiri?” She Offered, Pointing At A Blender. “is It Traitor Flavored?” I Asked.

Total?" I Called. He Looked Up Alertly, Then Ran Over To Me, Small Pink Tongue Hanging Out. Total?" I Said When He Was Close. "can You Talk?" He Flopped Down On The Grass, Panting Slightly. "yeah. So?" Jeezum. I Mean, Mutant Weirdos Are Nothing New To Me, You Know? But A Talking Dog?

If You're In The Room, I Want To Be Next To You. If You're Gone, I Think About You. You're Who I Want To Talk To. In A Fight, I Want You At My Back. When We're Together The Sun Is Shining. When We're Apart, Everything Is In Shades Of Gray.