Gunshots.

Note: I wrote this when I was 13 , I was under the HSM spell , So please DO NOT laugh. thanks!

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PRETEND

I can’t trust what people do or say,
All I want is to get through this day.
Everyone lies, cheat and fake
To be people they’re not
Not who they are, but what everybody thought?

Chorus:
Why do you have to pretend?
Why can’t u trust yourself and who you are?
Why do you have to pretend?
You know u can’t go very far.
Hold on to what you believe…….
I have always been your friend,
I know who you are inside,
Could just drop the act and
Stop pretending…………………

Once they start they can never stop,
They'll have to pretend to reach the top,
They don’t know just to be themselves,
So why don’t we help them change,
Why do we have to play their stage.

(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge:
Can’t you be who you really are…it’s not that hard to be yourself
Everyone will you accept for who you are…..

(Repeat Chorus)
Stop pretending <2>
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Note: Okay, Let me start with some writing on this blog. Here's a new ..umm... twisted fan fiction I wrote about Winnie the Pooh! that kids love so much these days.

I was forced to watch winnie the pooh with my cousins for two whole hours. the tigger movie, was it? lol. I hated it. thus, this idea popped up. I was BORED.

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Title : Snap! goes the carrot.
Rated : Pg 15.( not for the weak hearted!.lol. )
Warnings : mild Soft toy violence.
Characters: Rabbit, Pooh.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to A.A.Milne, .not me.
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A huge clashing sound was made as the honey pot crashed onto the ground. A furious Rabbit stood on the table, emptying the shelf. Christopher Robins had a birthday party, and invited everyone in the Hundred Acre Woods, but forgotten to invite the poor rabbit, yet again.

Rabbit couldn't believe it. He was once loved, and needed by his owner, he was Christopher's first friend. He was happy then, playing with his owner, being cuddled up to. That was, of course, until the other fluffs came along.

First there was the dull Eeyore , which wasn't really a problem for him. He doesn't really say much. Then came the annoying bouncy Tigger, along with Kanga and her naive child, Roo. Rabbit thought the arrival of that pink little piglet plushie would be the last, but then it happened. Winnie - The -Damned - Pooh. That yellow ball of stupidity became Christopher Robin's favourite the moment he was brought back to the Woods.

More pots of honey were smashed to the floor. All with the labels misspelled ''Hunny'' on them. ''That stupid excuse for a bear.'' rabbit muttered under his breath.


The rabbit picked up a nicely decorated Photograph book, filled with good memories that he and Christopher Robin shared, before thing gotten bad. With all his strength, Rabbit tore the supposed birthday present for Christopher into shreds.

Throughout the years, the stress he received from his so called ''Family'' turned him into a bitter , old rabbit. It was always ,'Rabbit! my Hunny! ', or 'Rabbit , winters coming! and we have no food!' Rabbit this, rabbit that.
''I'm sick of it. sick of it all!'' he shrieked.
The only person he could at least relate to was Owl, who lived on a tall tree house. At least he was intelligent, unlike all the others who can't even read or write properly. He often said to the bird, 'You and I have brains. The others have fluff.'

After all that happened, crashing his garden, wasted his honey, stolen his vegetables that he planted with care, this was the last straw.
''How could they do this to me?'' he wondered, feeling rage and grieve at the same time.
''After everything I've done for them, the just used me, and threw me away like yesterday's honey pot?'' he said in tears , with anger rising in his body. They've always relied on his brilliant plans. Rabbit stared at the shattered pieces of the honey jars on the floor.
''You just wait precious little Pooh bear, I'll show you my best plan yet....'' rabbit laughed menacingly in the dark.....

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It was already midnight . The creatures of the Hundred Acre Woods were fast asleep after the big party . Pooh was really tired. ''Time for bed. '' the little bear yawned and stretch his arms. As he entered his house, he stepped on a sticky substance on the floor, Pooh dipped his fingerless paws on the floor and smelt it. It had a very sweet scent, which was the bear's favourite, - Honey. The confused bear looked around his house. Every single honey jar was broken into pieces on the floor, with honey spilled all over the place.

''Oh Brother,'' he said lazily and scratched his head. He was going to pick up the pieces when he saw a figure in the corner. Pooh jumped in surprise.

''Oh hiya Rabbit. Why you scared me there. ..'' he said with his cute , naive smile. Rabbit just kept quiet as he locked the door.
''How was the party my friend? Was it FUN?!'' he asked angrily. Pooh stepped back in fear.
''Why it was a fun party I would say. Weren't you there?'' Pooh was so clueless. This made Rabbit's rage grew even stronger. ''I wasn't invited, Pooh. But of course, it wasn't your fault, nothing was ever you fault.....'' he said , with a creepy smirk on his face. ''Wh..why are you here, Rabbit? C...can I h..elp you? '' Pooh was shaking as his guest walked closer to him. The bear tried to run, but he slipped on the honey and fell to the floor.

Rabbit was laughing frantically now. ''You should look at yourself right now, Pooh. How pathetic.'' he said. ''What are you doing, Rabbit?'' asked the bear in confusion, still on the pool of honey. Rabbit grabbed a sharp broken piece from the jar and jumped towards the frightened bear. ''This is for everything you've done to me.'' he said as he cuts the stitched on Pooh's left had, ignoring his screams.His arm fell on the pool of honey. ''Please...wabbit...'' he wasn't even talking straight anymore.

----------------------to be continued. If you want it to.---------------------------------

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