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West Grove High Adam LambertThe Stone building looked like it could’ve touched the sky. It was an old, yet new looking schoolhouse. Still up and running, in fact; the high school of West Grove. It was on top of the hill, you could see the beautiful houses below. The autumn breeze filled the air…it was the beginning of November.
Adam took a deep breath as his mom dropped him off. He had to change schools, his dad got a new job and forced them to move to West Grove. He thought it would be a piece of cake; but now that he was standing on the sidewalk and seeing all his soon to be peers walk in the school yard mad him a little eerie. It was different from his old school that’s for sure.
His stomach dropped as reality hit him. He wasn’t going to be able to see his friends, sit by them at lunch, nothing. I guess he didn’t realize when he was saying goodbye. They were all teary and Adam shrugged it off like he will see them again the next day…but he won’t. He won’t be ab
Radioactive CH. 1 I’m waking up, to ash and dust. I wipe my brow, and I sweat my rust.
“No Adam…you can’t do this! No NOO!!” Her screams echoed across the cavern as I just held her down with a smirk. I had her against the wall…no way was she getting out of this one. Nobody could hear her screams. She has gave me and my boyfriend hell for much too long. Little homophobic bitch. I grabbed her neck and whispered in a low voice in her ear, “It’s too late now Miley.”
“You cannot do this Adam and you know it.” I looked up at the voice. Dad? He was smirking with an all knowing look on his face. He had doubt in his voice too. I squinted with hate at him and his expression was glued and wouldn’t change. I’m sure if he just seen a kitten die he would have that smirk. “You’re too weak. You could never grow up like me…so stop trying to be all bad ass. You know you’re just a little
Happy 4th of JulyAdam's POV
This week I was performing with the greatest music legends of the rock and roll days; QUEEN! I was like bursting into something fierce when I heard they wanted me to sing for them! It's in London though. So I had to travel a ways. Well It's not like I haven't traveled this far before! I remember it like it was yesterday.
It was 2009 and I decided to audition for American Idol! I made it to the finals with this hunk; Kris Allen. He was super cute but sigh he had a wife. That is the only thing I wish I could change. He had like a monkey face I had to admit, but it didn't look too shabby on him. I sang my little heart out at the finals.
"And you new American Idol is " Kris and I held each other tight waiting for Ryan to continue "Kris Allen, Congratulations!" He was as shocked as I was, I hugged him. And he accepted the title so naturally . I was happy for him, don't get me wrong but I think I would've gone way farther than him. He seems like al
Radioactive CH. 4 I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones, enough to make my systems blow.
I blink a few times and looked around. It was a wide open meadow…so beautiful. The leaves were a perfect emerald green. It looked like the middle of spring where it wasn’t raining all the time or too hot where it was all dry. I looked down at my own legs. They were lying upon healthy grass. It was about 4 inches high. The ends weren’t stringed or chopped off. It hadn’t looked mowed…yet, not really long. I pushed my hand through it, it was very thick.
I looked around and seen nothing but trees as if a human had never been here. Was this real? I bent forward and pushed myself up. I walked slowly to the biggest tree in my vision. I rubbed my fingers down the bark. I rubbed my fingers together…they were sticky. The tree had natural sap on it. It was completely silent. The only thing I heard was my own footsteps. I looked up curiously and a bright r
West Grove High Ch. 7“Wait…what?” Tommy asked out of fear and surprise. Adam just stood there and looked at him. Nothing was spoken and no emotions spread on their faces…complete silence.
Adam looked at Tommy’s red eye then his brown. Tommy’s really a vampire and it scared him. But, they had the same birthday and the same year!
“That’s weird…I was separated from my family at birth too.” Adam stated cautiously. Right as Adam said it, the idea clicked. “Could you be my twin?” It was a little odd coming out of him mouth he seen that Tommy’s eyes saw it too.
“Maybe, but that doesn’t make since! We don’t even look alike!!” Tommy said showing a little emotion than what he looked. “Wait…” Tommy said trailing off into his thoughts. Adam knew something was up.
Tommy pulled out his hand and showed Adam the ring. Adam never got to examine it so closely. It was a key welded on the ring and had bl
The Life of a Mr. Tommy Ratliff CH. 1 ADOMMYTommy's POV
My name is Tommy Joe Ratliff, and my life sucks. I hate highschool, hate people, and hate me. I don't fit in AT ALL!
First of all, I wear skinny jeans all the time and wear makeup! Im pretty sure I died along time ago and went straight to hell. I have a crappy job... you know what im not going to sit here and complain it is not going to change, my life is a living hell.
My stupid mother of mine desided it would be a good idea to make me join afterschool activities. Im the kind of man that would love theater... but no, she has to make me do manual labor pretty much, and make me do marching band. I didn't stick out enough!
Oh yeah, I know, I know... I play flute. Laugh it all out. Im the only guy flute player there is in highschool, SO LAUGH IT UP. I have no clue why I chose flute it just makes everything worse.
And now im headed there... fucking 1-7 pm, hot weather, outside, marching, I should have just died right there thinking of it... ugh here we go!
"Haha Thomas, g
West Grove High Ch. 6‘Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, Adam. What have you gotten yourself into?’ Adam pondered to himself as he was being practically dragged to the bathroom by Tommy. Adam was scared of what Tommy had to show him, but not scared enough that he would give up the daily pleasure of helping someone. On their way they see Sauli sitting with this red headed girl with spiked heels talking. But, Tommy never stopped he kept his clear path to the other hallway where the bathroom was.
They didn’t say a word to each other on their way. Just the silence of the lunchroom and Tommy’s heels thumping on the carpet. Adam wanted to say something. His nature doesn’t like awkward silences, it just makes thoughts more vocal. When thoughts get more vocal, bad things tend to happen more.
“Umm, so what are you going to show me Tommy? I hate to be all talk…”
“Shut the fuck up Adam, I am walking silently for a reason.” Tommy said coldly back, it
West Grove High Adam Lambert Ch. 2Tommy led Adam into the principal’s office with a smirk on his face. He looked like the devil. His long leather coat, topped with leather jeans, and leather wedged heels, Adam thought as he pointed at the principle. Adam walked up to the counter and looked back so he could thank Tommy, but before he could he went to sit next to another gothic guy. So Adam just turned back around.
“Hello, my name is Adam Lambert. I would like to enroll here. My mom already did the paper work and…” before he could finish his statement the principal gave him an ID card. “Thank you!” Adam said and noticed the principal said nothing to him. After a moment of awkwardness he knew Mr. Hughes wouldn’t answer so he turned around back to Tommy. He was talking to the boy next to him. Adam added they must’ve known each other by the way they talked to his mental notes.
Tommy sat next
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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