Jack and StaindDisclaimer:
I do not own ROTG. I do not own Staind. I do not own the song. I do not own Aaron Lewis.
North frowns as a yeti busts into his private workroom, smashing a little flying horse made of ice. "Phil! I told you to knock!" Phil ignores North's outburst and starts yamering in that weird grunting language that no one but other yetis and North seemed to understand.
Phil was reporting a bunch of missing electronics. As well as that fact that while Jack Frost was still visiting Santoff Claussen, no one had seen the trouble maker for hours. North paled at that. Usually Jack would be flying around causing mischief while he was visiting. If Jack was not to be found then what kind of trouble was he cooking up now?
North raced out of the room, deciding to check Jack's guest room first. If boy is not there i will check workshop next. North was determined to stop any pranks Jack was planning. But as he rounded the corner and made it to the hall were Jack's room was The
Never Feel AloneNever Feel Alone
For those in need; help them
So they don’t feel alone in this sometimes evil and sick world we live in
No one deserves to go live a life alone or feel like they’re by themselves,
Because as a team, any group of people can fight on through this,
And with love they will prosper through these dark and critical times
Let people have someone to lean on, something that will help them moving forward
And help them return to comfort; so someone can comfortably live their life
Give them something to strive for and look towards,
Because with a set of goals it can give one’s life meaning
It can give a lost soul some direction
And with love and determination, we can get through this phase of testing,
Tests that will forever help mold us as people; difficult times will be our defining moments
And I know those that have lost or feel hopeless may not see this,
But there’s hope, there’s life; somehow, someway we’ll find positivity throu
MockedI'm the girl who is always mocked for how i look
For how i dress
What music i listen to
I sit in bed and cry
Not because of what they say hurts
Because it does
But because I'm not appreciated
Wondering down a path
I try my best
But nothing works
I don't eat because I'm "too fat"
I listen to my music loud to block all the words
Those words that will stick in my head
Make me cut again
I don't want that
I just want to be freed
I feel so trapped
I cant explain it
I begin to have feelings for someone
They aren't ever mutual
I sit and realise
Once again my hopes are dashed
Its a vicious cycle
I've never been told how to love
I've never experienced it
I feel empty
Yet tears slowly roll down my flushed cheeks
Has taken hold of me
We Were Left BehindWash sat chained to the canyon wall with Sarge and Donut on either side, both unconscious. Wash stared at the ground blankly, thinking about his team that got out. They were going to be ok with Felix and the New Republic soldiers because of what they all thought they were. They were an asset and they weren't going to lose that any time soon. But Sarge and Donut were still here and in harms way, he'd have to get them out. His head rose as he heard footsteps and he glared as Locus neared them.
"What do you want, Locus?" Wash hissed out the name. Locus chuckled and stopped in front of him. "If you do that whole 'join me' thing bullshit, the answer is still no!" Wash grunted as Locus wacked him in the face with the butt of his gun. "Yeah, keep doing that, that'll make me wanna work with you." WACK!
"Leave him alone!" Donut shouted suddenly, getting both to look over. Locus wacked Donut aside the face and Donut shrieked. Wash fumed and snarled.
"Don't you dare do that!" Wash snapped, Locus
North and ThetaLocation: Mother of Invention
Time: 1900 hours
North lay on his small, military issue cot. His armor put up in his locker, he was just wearing purple boxers and a wifebeater. Wrapped up in a blanket, he sniffled. Tissues were strewn across the bed and all around it. Something had been going around the Mother of Invention, getting all of the Freelancers sick, one after another. Even the Councillor had been missing for a few days at one point, though hardly anyone noticed. The only ones that hadn't gotten it yet were Wash, South, Maine, and Texas.
North coughed, reaching out from under the blanket to grab another tissue. He blew his nose, then let the tissue fall to the ground. He groaned, curling up under the blanket once more, pulling it over his head. He had been trying to fall asleep for the past hour, but it clearly wasn't going to happen. And nobody was really of any help. They didn't want to catch it. Then, North smiled a little, seeing a familiar red and blue glow. "Hey, Theta,"
It's Your Sick WorldYou're bold, you're stupid, the blame game is your friend.
Pointing fingers, shouting names,
none of them your own.
Swollen bellies, teenage bodies, where's the father,
why the bother?
Drugs replacing, mind is racing, colours facing, love escaping.
Designer brands determine friendships,
the popular ruining it all.
See the girl in the chair, dead in the centre,
judged, broken, offended, broken.
What do you do?
Judge, break, offend, BREAK!
Tear down the creative,
shatter the artistic.
This is your life,
walking a fake line.
Cherish it, or don't.
It's your sick world.