lynnthornmalfoy1997

Red for the blood of those who are bullied, beaten and bashed by haters. Orange for the fire when all our belongings are burned because we left the world. Yellow for the stars that we wish upon to be accepted for who we are. Green for the glow of when God finally accepts us into heaven. Blue for the streams of tears that drip onto our grave. Indigo for the selfish who cared for themselves and not others. Violet for the peace that was settled once we were gone.

Gavin had been acting weird the entire day. Fidgeting in his chair more than usual, and almost every time Michael looked at him he was moving away just as quickly, trying to avoid being caught staring. It wasn’t just Gavin, either.   The entire crew was giving Gavin these looks as well, It made him think that maybe they were going to be pulling some sort of prank, or … well Michael didn’t really know what else it could be. Gavin was always doing that sort of shit. Michael spent most of his time trying to figure out what he had done, but it was whenever they were alone that he finally confronted Gavin. The entire crew m