Last night was the best night I've ever had. Luke picked me up and we walked hand-in-hand to the ball. I was wearing another dress, yet it was coated in pink and black checks. We arrived at the main gates and pressed his lips again mine. Luke kept his hands in his blazer pocket, I knew he was hiding something. He picked me up and carried me in his arms, to make me feel special. We walked into the hall, just to find Julie and Kori making out. It looked mank, but I knew it was only because they loved each other. Luke sat me down on his lap and kissed my neck gently, I knew he loved me just as much as I loved him. From then, our kisses got a bit harder and resulted in me now french kissing him. I slid my hand into Lukes blazer pocket in curiousity, stabbing myself with a sharp object inside. Luke bites his lip and gulps. My hand bleeds, as I pull out a blade from his pocket. I didn't mind the pain, nor mind he had a knife.Thank goodness I'm a emo! He was embarassed, guilty. “Luke, I don't mind you carrying a blade, just let me know!”
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