Shut Eyes Give Birth to the Concealed Fate.

Here's to the kids.


The kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke & Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party.


Here's to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them.


Here's to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars.


Here's to the kids who never were too good at life, but still were wicked cool.


Here's to the kids who listened to Fall Out boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV...and blame MTV for ruining their life.


Here's to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts.


Here's to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush.


Here's to the kids who hum "A Little Less 16 Candles, A Little More Touch Me" when they're stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night.


Here's to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn't even know they existed.


Here's to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower & didn't feel so alone after doing so.


Here's to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friend(s).


Here's to the kids who are straight up smartasses & just don't care.


Here's to the kids who speak their mind.


Here's to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep.


Here's to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do.


Here's to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids who are okay with that.


Here's to the kids.


This one's not for the kids,
who always get what they want,
But for the ones who never had it at all.


It's not for the ones who never got caught,
But for the ones who always try and fall.


This one's for the kids who didnt make it,
We were the kids who never made it.


The Overcast girls and the Underdog Boys.


Not for the kids who had all their joys.


This one's for the kids who never faked it.
We're the kids who didn't make it.


They say "Breaking hearts is what we do best,"
And, "We'll make your heart be ripped of your chest"


The only heart that I broke was mine,
When I got My Hopes up too too high.


We were the kids who didnt make it.
We are the kids who never made it."

AS I SAID BEFORE PLEASE EXCUSE MY BAD GRAMMAR AND SPELLING

Paige pulled off her blood stained t-shirt and pants, as the steam given off by the shower filled the bathroom. Patrick suddenly burst in, panic strickedn.(She'd forgotten to lock the door.) "C'mon! I'll explain later!" he franically said over paiges scream. Patrick grabbed her wrist and pulled into the bedroom.

"whats going on?" she fearfully questioned as patrick locked themselfs in a secret room  inside the closet. "they're hunters, they've found us!" he wispered, taking paige into his arms. Patrick realized that paige was pratically naked, in her bra and underware. He unzipped his hoodie and gave it to her. "they're trying to kill us" patrick said as paige put on his hoodie. 'damn patrick why'd you say that youre going to make things worse' patrick thought as he pulled paige closer to him. They heard ronnie and jamie yelling. They posed as their cover, both played a couple and the hunters always intrued their home. these where not the usual batch of hunters these where their leaders. Paige let out a sob and began to cry in fear. heavy foot steps pounded around the room, they stopped in front of the closet door. Paige cried harder, shaking with every sob. she burried her face into patricks chest  seeking some comfort. "Paige, shhhhhhh" patrick wispered "they'll leave as soon as their done" he added. Patrick could hear tehm kicking the wall where the door was hidden. Paige pulled herself closer to patrick. she didnt want to die. she didnt want to be found. "nothing here" a voice boomed from outside. It was some how falmiliar to paige. "thank god'' patrick mumbled crossing him self in the process. they where hidden for at least another half an hour. the front door slammed heavily. Patrick heard 2 short knocks and one long at the wall signaling that it was safe. He opened the small door and saw Ronnie staring back, a cheezy grin on his face. "you okay?" patrick asked paige as she wiped some of tear with the back of her hand. "yeah" "go take a shower it might make you feel better" patrick said. Paige nodded and headed down the hall.

"Everyone okay" Pete asked trying not to make eye contact with jamie who sat across the room from him. "yeah, paige is a little shaken up" patrick answered. Paige came out about 15 minutes later, she was in the clothes jamie gave her. She was in black skinny jeans, a white shirt with a heart sewn onto sleeve, and she had on patricks hoodie. It made paige feel safe in an odd way. She was running her fingers through her wet mid back length red hair. "Ive got a blow drier and a flat iron if you need it" Jaime offered breaking the thick silence. "ha! you said blow!" ronnie laughed "shut up ronnie youre so immatrue" jamie and paige replied in unison. this may be the begining of a beautiful friendship.

SORRY ITS SOO SHORT MORE LATER THO