Hanglider

What do I mean to you? Is it the way you act? Do you really never notice me? I've tried to catch your attention but it seems you've turned me away.. What do I mean to you? Is it different? Do you truly try to be nice? Am I the one pushing you away??? What do I mean to you? I realize that this is against what everyone tells me I am not to care what others think I shouldn't need to know I should love myself... But what if I want to know how I should act what I should say? What do I mean to you? Do you admire me from afar? Do I intimidate you with my wisdom and truth? Is this a parallel universe?? What do I mean to you? Do you wish we

pilot-demo-thingy Kira sat in the park reading a book in braille.  It wasn't her favorite book, but she felt she needed to finish it, after picking it up so many times before and never doing so.  She heard a voice.  A male's voice. "Hi" it said.   "Hey" she responded, continuing to read her book.  It wasn't a voice she recognized. "What're you reading?", he asked, he obviously had his intents on sparking some sort of conversation. "Helen Keller's autobiography." she continued to read. "Oh I see." He sat next to her and peered over her shoulder.   "These pages are blank." Oh great another genius. "It's braille.  I'm blind" "Oh, cool" Yupp.  

Kira    Cold... She found herself lying on a smooth, icy surface.  The room was extremely dark, the air crisp with frost lining the walls.  She couldn't remember where she was, why she was there, and was just now remembering who she was.  Kira determined she must have been recovering from something dreadful, for though it was pitch-black in the room, she could feel a large gash in her forehead.  As she tried to move her arm to her forehead, she realized she couldn't move it at all.  She had dislocated her members before, but then she could see what she was doing to put it back.  Her fingers cuffed around her arm between her shoulder and her

Trenton Third Wheel  Kira sat at the kitchen counter checking Facebook when the doorbell rang.  She stood up to answer it, setting her iPad upside down on the stool.  Trenton waved his hand in front of her face and waited for a response that never came. "Hi Kira." "You really can't tell us apart, can you?"  The fact that he had waited two whole seconds after she opened the door before speaking to her just proved his uncertainty. "uh no, not really..  Wait, you aren't Rin, are you?" At this, Kira chuckled. "Nope." He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, uh, I just came back for my jacket."  She stood there, questioningly.  jacket?