Clare-Bears-Twilight

The alleyway was dark, save for a few spots of light emanating from the rare working street lamp. A tabby cat slunk past as a group of rowdy drunks made their way home after a long night. A girl followed them, although she was clearly not drunk. She was in total control, and she seemed to glide past them, as if her body was just an accessory that she carried with perfect poise. Her black hair was floor-length, and her skin was pale and washed out whenever she happened to fall into one of the spots of light. She was slim, and if she didnt carry herself with such strength and confidence, one would assume she was anorexic. She wore nothing

our group is like a pasta bake theres the pasta - which is the people and then theres the sauce, which is the friendship and theres always that one person you dont like, called pepper, but you have to put up with because everyone else loves it and then, theres the cheese which is all cheesyy and you know what that represents? good, cause i dont. oh wait it represents our cheesy moments but then we're all thrown into the oven together and we learn to love each other and we come out alive all bonded together never to break apart until some fat guy eats us. oops.