Marco’s point of view:
Oh man I totally blew it with hot girl from the water fountain yesterday. I said with shame to Nathan.
It will be ok dude there are other girls here! He said trying to comfort me.
Yeah there are other girls here but the only problem is I have already dated all the hot ones! I replied with a light smirk on my face.
You’re probably right. Nathan said with a chuckle. But you know what this school needs? Asked Nathan with a devious smile.
What… what. I asked anxiously.
A hot transfer student from some exotic place. Because everyone knows new girls are always the best targets especially on their first day when they are all confused and need someone to help them to their classes.
Yeah dude that would be awesome to bad there is no one who we can transfer out of this school for a hot babe! I sighed.
Where there is a will there is a way my brother! Nathan whispered with a devious smile from ear to ear.
Ok whatever dude I think you might be losing it! I said laughing.
I got to go I’m gonna be late for science! I said over my shoulder as I ran as I could as fast as I could down the hall.
Science was awesome today surprisingly! We learned about cells and we looked and plant cells under a microscope. It was so cool! I thought to myself. Or at thought it to myself at least I thought I had until some girl came from behind me and she flashed me the most beautiful smile ever. I had to think if I had thought that out loud or if she just thought I was incredibly cute, Or was she just smiling because I have an incredibly great butt!
I had no time to wonder what she was smiling about cause I was about to be late for math. Which it probably would not be a bad thing if I missed that period because I have a unit test which I didn’t study for!
After math I met with Nathan for study hall AKA BABE LOOKOUT PERIOD! Every other day Nathan and I take study hall and we look for all the available hot girls!
Look at that one in the group of girls with the Brown shirt! She’s hot is she me or you? I think I could handle her she’s not as hot as the normal chick but she has potential if she would just put on a little lip gloss I mean GOSH her lips are like the Sahara desert! Nathan went on without stopping.
No that was girl number three from that crazy house party last week! I interrupted him.
Oh well she was a little freaky when the music came on. It went off and she went back to normal. I’m going to stay away from that dude! Nathan said shaking his head.
Face it dude either me or you have gone out with all the cute girls in this school! I think either we have to switch schools or some new hot girls need to show up, and fast! I chuckled as I looked up to find the girl from the water fountain.
Should I go after her or should I just wait until she wants me? I thought to myself (hopefully)
Man I screwed up and she was the last descent looking girl in this school! I spat at Nathan (literally).
I know what you mean dude but I am 100% sure that wasn’t sanitary! He said with a disgusted look on his face while wiping his arm.
I know what I’ll do I’ll get some girl here who can do makeup or something and make her fix up the other girls here so they are hot enough to date! Like I know they have the potential to be hot/datable! I said chuckling with Nathan we laughed hard for a good twenty seconds.
Alright dude I got to go the periods almost over and my stuff is so unorganized I got to do something, or my arms will fall off trying to carry all that stuff.
Monday, November 23, 2009
CHAPTER THREE
Juliette’s point of view:
Next thing I know my father is waking me up because it was time to get off the plane. I felt like I was walking to my doom as I took my carryon bag out of its huge chubby, and started down the ramp to my new American lifestyle.
As soon as I got to the American Airline luggage claim I found a Boy looking at me with interest. I flashed a smile (which was probably a bad idea). My dad had just gone to the bathroom and the population of people at the luggage claim was becoming less and less. Soon the boy and I were the only people standing there waiting for a luggage to come out into view on the conveyor belt. This is normally about the time when the perfect smile I give to some people comes back and bites me. He looked over at me and flashed what I call a hundred watt smile which means that he’s interested but doesn’t want to make the first move until they are sure that you will respond positively. This was usually the worst way to see if the girl will like you enough, but it is a very common thing among American boys! I thought with a smirk.
I pretended not to see him smiling at me. But I guess he was what Americans would say a player or womanizer, because he waited about five seconds for a response then walked toward me keeping his hundred watt smile intact.
Hey I am Jonathan, What’s your name? He asked me with a ten watt smile.
Bonjour Monsieur, parler vous France? I asked pretending I did not speak English
He looked at me with amaze and even more interest.
Bonjour mademoiselle, oui parler vous France! He replied in French.
Darn I found one that speaks more than one language. I looked at him up and down and gave him that look that says I don’t know if I should talk to you because your giving me I and I am desperate vibe!
Hello Jonathan, my name is Amy. I said fibbing about my name in English.
Oh so you do speak English. His voice dripped with excitement and a hint of desperation as he spoke.
Oui, oh sorry I mean yes! I said without even looking him in the eye.
So did they lose your luggage to? He asked trying to start a conversation before he would ask for my number later on!
Umm… there could only one reason that I am still sitting here other than looking for luggage and that would be hitting on you. But from the vibe I was giving him he already knew (or should know) that I was waiting for my luggage! I thought with a few weird faces.
Well my luggage did not come out and the conveyor belt isn’t even rotating anymore. I replied giving him the cold shoulder attitude.
Oh, well do you want to go to the desk and ask whether or not we should come back tomorrow to get our luggage that was “lost”. He asked hoping he would get to see me again tomorrow.
But I know how to end the deal with this guy who obviously already gotten his luggage cause it was in a very messy pile on the floor behind him.
Ummm… sure I just have to wait a few seconds he should be out in a second. I said looking over toward the men’s Bathroom.
May I ask who you are waiting for your uncle or dad or something? He asked putting himself right inside my little trap.
Oh no I am waiting for my boyfriend to come out of the bathroom he had to change out of his military uniform. I said looking deep in his eyes.
You know what, I think I am at the wrong luggage claim anyway and it’s probably sitting there by my girlfriend is looking for me. He said trying to prove that other girls want him and that I wasn’t needed.
Umm… ok well why is your girlfriend all by herself shouldn’t you be with her? I asked in an innocent voice.
Oh Ummm…. I got to go to Ummm find ok I’ve got to go. He stammered on as he grabbed his bags from the pile on the floor and ran to the exit.
I chuckled under my breath and whispered all American boys are so predictable! When my FATHER came out of the bathroom we walked over to the desk to have our luggage located and see if we could have it sent to our new casa ( I mean home)
Your luggage was put on the wrong plane Mr. Jadoré we are so sorry for the inconvenience. The tall lady said behind the desk sweetly.
Ok well can we have the bags shipped to our house or should we just wait here for them to arrive. I replied quickly.
Umm… well you your luggage is on a plane to Asia right now. But we can have them shipped to your address and they should arrive within 2-3 days. She said with uncertainty.
Ok well that would be great if my father knew the address of our house! I replied sticking my earphone’s to my I -pod in my ear.
The woman gave us a look like then there is only one thing we can do. You can spend the night at the hotel across the street for one night for free and we will have them shipped to your suite.
I plopped down on a little chair that seemed to be half broken.
I had already known what type of conversation my father and this lady were having and that means that my first night in this nameless state would be at some two star hotels that is very uncomfortable and nasty. And I hadn’t even pulled out my headphones to hear what they were saying!
I whispered a very bad word in French just barely loud enough for my dad to hear.
He turned around and gave me the behave look. I shrugged my shoulders grabbed my carryon bag and walked over to the desk piercing my eyes into the the lady behind the desk. My eyes always told what mood I was in. and for most boys they would start to like me because of them. They were many different colors like brown, green, and grey and just full of expression.
The lady stretched the arm out toward my dad holding the paper that will allow us to stay at that dump (I mean hotel) for free. But I wasn’t gonna wait for my dad to untangle his arms from his heavy carryon bag, so I snatched the paper and headed for the nearest exit. And all this without even taking the headphones out of my ears. I knew that as we walked away the lady behind the desk was lost in a sheet of confusion.
Next thing I know my father is waking me up because it was time to get off the plane. I felt like I was walking to my doom as I took my carryon bag out of its huge chubby, and started down the ramp to my new American lifestyle.
As soon as I got to the American Airline luggage claim I found a Boy looking at me with interest. I flashed a smile (which was probably a bad idea). My dad had just gone to the bathroom and the population of people at the luggage claim was becoming less and less. Soon the boy and I were the only people standing there waiting for a luggage to come out into view on the conveyor belt. This is normally about the time when the perfect smile I give to some people comes back and bites me. He looked over at me and flashed what I call a hundred watt smile which means that he’s interested but doesn’t want to make the first move until they are sure that you will respond positively. This was usually the worst way to see if the girl will like you enough, but it is a very common thing among American boys! I thought with a smirk.
I pretended not to see him smiling at me. But I guess he was what Americans would say a player or womanizer, because he waited about five seconds for a response then walked toward me keeping his hundred watt smile intact.
Hey I am Jonathan, What’s your name? He asked me with a ten watt smile.
Bonjour Monsieur, parler vous France? I asked pretending I did not speak English
He looked at me with amaze and even more interest.
Bonjour mademoiselle, oui parler vous France! He replied in French.
Darn I found one that speaks more than one language. I looked at him up and down and gave him that look that says I don’t know if I should talk to you because your giving me I and I am desperate vibe!
Hello Jonathan, my name is Amy. I said fibbing about my name in English.
Oh so you do speak English. His voice dripped with excitement and a hint of desperation as he spoke.
Oui, oh sorry I mean yes! I said without even looking him in the eye.
So did they lose your luggage to? He asked trying to start a conversation before he would ask for my number later on!
Umm… there could only one reason that I am still sitting here other than looking for luggage and that would be hitting on you. But from the vibe I was giving him he already knew (or should know) that I was waiting for my luggage! I thought with a few weird faces.
Well my luggage did not come out and the conveyor belt isn’t even rotating anymore. I replied giving him the cold shoulder attitude.
Oh, well do you want to go to the desk and ask whether or not we should come back tomorrow to get our luggage that was “lost”. He asked hoping he would get to see me again tomorrow.
But I know how to end the deal with this guy who obviously already gotten his luggage cause it was in a very messy pile on the floor behind him.
Ummm… sure I just have to wait a few seconds he should be out in a second. I said looking over toward the men’s Bathroom.
May I ask who you are waiting for your uncle or dad or something? He asked putting himself right inside my little trap.
Oh no I am waiting for my boyfriend to come out of the bathroom he had to change out of his military uniform. I said looking deep in his eyes.
You know what, I think I am at the wrong luggage claim anyway and it’s probably sitting there by my girlfriend is looking for me. He said trying to prove that other girls want him and that I wasn’t needed.
Umm… ok well why is your girlfriend all by herself shouldn’t you be with her? I asked in an innocent voice.
Oh Ummm…. I got to go to Ummm find ok I’ve got to go. He stammered on as he grabbed his bags from the pile on the floor and ran to the exit.
I chuckled under my breath and whispered all American boys are so predictable! When my FATHER came out of the bathroom we walked over to the desk to have our luggage located and see if we could have it sent to our new casa ( I mean home)
Your luggage was put on the wrong plane Mr. Jadoré we are so sorry for the inconvenience. The tall lady said behind the desk sweetly.
Ok well can we have the bags shipped to our house or should we just wait here for them to arrive. I replied quickly.
Umm… well you your luggage is on a plane to Asia right now. But we can have them shipped to your address and they should arrive within 2-3 days. She said with uncertainty.
Ok well that would be great if my father knew the address of our house! I replied sticking my earphone’s to my I -pod in my ear.
The woman gave us a look like then there is only one thing we can do. You can spend the night at the hotel across the street for one night for free and we will have them shipped to your suite.
I plopped down on a little chair that seemed to be half broken.
I had already known what type of conversation my father and this lady were having and that means that my first night in this nameless state would be at some two star hotels that is very uncomfortable and nasty. And I hadn’t even pulled out my headphones to hear what they were saying!
I whispered a very bad word in French just barely loud enough for my dad to hear.
He turned around and gave me the behave look. I shrugged my shoulders grabbed my carryon bag and walked over to the desk piercing my eyes into the the lady behind the desk. My eyes always told what mood I was in. and for most boys they would start to like me because of them. They were many different colors like brown, green, and grey and just full of expression.
The lady stretched the arm out toward my dad holding the paper that will allow us to stay at that dump (I mean hotel) for free. But I wasn’t gonna wait for my dad to untangle his arms from his heavy carryon bag, so I snatched the paper and headed for the nearest exit. And all this without even taking the headphones out of my ears. I knew that as we walked away the lady behind the desk was lost in a sheet of confusion.
chapter two
Marco’s point of view:
Whoa look at that babe over there by the water fountain! I whispered to my best friend Jonathan!
Oh yeah she is okay! Jonathan replied with a gloomy tone.
What is up with you all of a sudden dude? I asked.
What do you mean Marco? He answered with a questioned.
Ever since you came off that plane all of the girls here don’t interest you! I said with a wink.
Well dude there was this babe at the airport, and she wasn’t just cute she was smoking hot! I shot my best game at her and she like dodged all my tricks! She seemed to go for it then she was all,” my boyfriend in the military” and I don’t know I think I just fell in love those big beautiful eyes. I can’t get them or her out of my head. I think I am in love dude I mean normally after the girl ignores me I just forget her even her name, but she was different! Her name was Amy and I don’t know how I let her slip through my fingers! He said with a desperate tone in his voice.
Whoa dude you barely even know her. Besides there are always more fish in the sea. I said pointing back to the girl by the water fountain.
Yo! Dude listen I am pouring out my soul here and your just worried about the girl by the water fountain. Are you even listening to me? He screamed.
Oh dude I am gonna talk to you later I got to go talk to that girl. I said without looking at Jonathan twice.
Hey! Dude come on I was just urgh….. Forget it. He yelled when I was halfway the water fountain.
Hola, Senorita. I said in that smooth Latin tone that girls love while kissing the back side of her hand.
She blushed a bright red and tried to hide her bright smile.
Hey I am Marco. And your name is?
Oh hi my name is Samantha. She replied really low.
Can I help you with your books senorita? I said partly in Spanish.
Umm… sure thank you. She replied sweetly.
I grabbed her books from besides the water fountain and we started to her next class (recess). We walked in an awkward silence most of the way until I took hold of her hand.
She turned that shade of tomato red again. She looked deep into my deep brown eyes. She stopped short but still kept her gaze on my big brown lovable eyes! We were outside on the black top and she took the books from me and dropped them on the cold hard concrete. I gave her a strange look because I had no idea what she was doing. And then she lunged toward me and I played it cool. I lunged to and soon her warm lips were united in mine and she was kissing me passionately.
What are you doing? She asked with a confused face.
I realized I was just day dreaming and we hadn’t even made our way to the black top yet! She must think I am a complete weirdo now because I was making strange puckering faces and noises.
She grabbed her books from me then quickly walked through the door to go to recess.
Whoa look at that babe over there by the water fountain! I whispered to my best friend Jonathan!
Oh yeah she is okay! Jonathan replied with a gloomy tone.
What is up with you all of a sudden dude? I asked.
What do you mean Marco? He answered with a questioned.
Ever since you came off that plane all of the girls here don’t interest you! I said with a wink.
Well dude there was this babe at the airport, and she wasn’t just cute she was smoking hot! I shot my best game at her and she like dodged all my tricks! She seemed to go for it then she was all,” my boyfriend in the military” and I don’t know I think I just fell in love those big beautiful eyes. I can’t get them or her out of my head. I think I am in love dude I mean normally after the girl ignores me I just forget her even her name, but she was different! Her name was Amy and I don’t know how I let her slip through my fingers! He said with a desperate tone in his voice.
Whoa dude you barely even know her. Besides there are always more fish in the sea. I said pointing back to the girl by the water fountain.
Yo! Dude listen I am pouring out my soul here and your just worried about the girl by the water fountain. Are you even listening to me? He screamed.
Oh dude I am gonna talk to you later I got to go talk to that girl. I said without looking at Jonathan twice.
Hey! Dude come on I was just urgh….. Forget it. He yelled when I was halfway the water fountain.
Hola, Senorita. I said in that smooth Latin tone that girls love while kissing the back side of her hand.
She blushed a bright red and tried to hide her bright smile.
Hey I am Marco. And your name is?
Oh hi my name is Samantha. She replied really low.
Can I help you with your books senorita? I said partly in Spanish.
Umm… sure thank you. She replied sweetly.
I grabbed her books from besides the water fountain and we started to her next class (recess). We walked in an awkward silence most of the way until I took hold of her hand.
She turned that shade of tomato red again. She looked deep into my deep brown eyes. She stopped short but still kept her gaze on my big brown lovable eyes! We were outside on the black top and she took the books from me and dropped them on the cold hard concrete. I gave her a strange look because I had no idea what she was doing. And then she lunged toward me and I played it cool. I lunged to and soon her warm lips were united in mine and she was kissing me passionately.
What are you doing? She asked with a confused face.
I realized I was just day dreaming and we hadn’t even made our way to the black top yet! She must think I am a complete weirdo now because I was making strange puckering faces and noises.
She grabbed her books from me then quickly walked through the door to go to recess.
Chapter one (when Marco falls in love)
Juliette's Point of view:
WE ARE MOVING, AGAIN! I yelled
We have to move Juliette. My father replied calmly.
But dad we just moved here and I finally started making friends why do they keep doing this? I screamed holding back tears.
You know why we have to move! My job just keeps relocating. He said with a deep tone.
JE VOUS DÉTESTE! (I HATE YOU) I screamed at him in French. I angrily stomped away and slammed my bedroom door.
Oh come on Juliette I am positive this is the last time we will get relocated. You know when we get relocated I get paid more and you get what you want.
You said that the last three times father, but we keep moving. And I don’t get what I want because what I want is to move back to France an d see my mother. I hate this bloody country! I screeched with an English accent, through my door.
There was a knock on my door but I wasn’t going to open it. He could not get it open no matter what he did, I have a new lock on my door and I hid the key from him! I did have a pretty sweet life I guess! I got to move all around the world and try out the latest technology (including locks that keep annoying parents out)! I even speak ten different languages including English with and without an accent, Spanish, French, German, Russian, Japanese, Portuguese, Chinese, Dutch, Arabic, and a little sign language. This is my third time moving back to America. What’s so special about America? Even New York wasn’t as amusing as all the stories I have heard about it. They call it the city that never sleeps but I saw a bunch of poor people sleeping in a cardboard box! Where are we moving in America now anyway?
I think you will like it there! I heard my father say from inside the bathroom.
Well how would I know if you won’t tell me? I replied, half in German.
You See Father! I am so messed up learning all of these different languages. It can’t possibly be good for me! What happens if I get all these languages confused?
You won’t get them mixed up trust me you’re a bright girl! My father replied with toothpaste in his mouth. HURRY UP OR WE WILL MISS OUR FLIGHT! He mumbled while trying to gargle the Listerine.
It’s a good thing I speak Gibberish! I thought.
I was in no hurry to move back to America, so I took my sweet time as I slipped into my customized name jeans, jeweled studded shirt, and my favorite purple air force ones, A.K.A my favorite outfit ever! As you can probably tell I love purple if not WAKE UP! My mother gave it to me before she lost her parental rights to me. Those jeans were always getting me into the popular group at any school in America I went to! They had my name going down one leg in silver glitter and purple decorations. They made me popular but also made lots of people hate me because they didn’t have them!
*******
This airport was ten times nicer than any other airport I had ever been to in my life! But that didn’t matter since it was taking me back to America!
The wait was so long and the plane was just a few feet away from where I went through security. First class was just calling my name!
I do not want to go back Papa. I said loudly in Arabic. Everyone stared at me in concern but I ignored them. I was way too busy trying to get my dad to just quit his stupid job.
Well we have already payed for all of this and I doubt you would have gone through this whole security mess just to go home to France.
Finally we got on the plane for my fourth trip to America! First class was awesome as usual! The only perk to moving is the great service in first class.
Excuse me miss! I politely said to a flight attendant
Yes Miss Jadoré. She replied sweetly.
May I please have some Grape soda? I asked
Yes would you like Fanta or Crush? She asked
Fanta of course! I said in a wasn’t-that-obvious voice.
Great choice miss, I’ll be right back with your drink miss! She said on her way to get the soda.
I wish they would all stop calling me miss it makes me sound old! I mumbled.
When she returned with the soda I pulled a twisler out of the pack in my carry on.
Twislers are my favorite straws in grape soda! I chewed the top part and end part of the twisler and stuck it in the can. I slipped into a comfortable day dream while sipping my soda about me and my mother and me playing in our backyard in France. After my day dream I slipped into a real dream as I fell asleep in my extra large first class cabin which was extra comfortable.
WE ARE MOVING, AGAIN! I yelled
We have to move Juliette. My father replied calmly.
But dad we just moved here and I finally started making friends why do they keep doing this? I screamed holding back tears.
You know why we have to move! My job just keeps relocating. He said with a deep tone.
JE VOUS DÉTESTE! (I HATE YOU) I screamed at him in French. I angrily stomped away and slammed my bedroom door.
Oh come on Juliette I am positive this is the last time we will get relocated. You know when we get relocated I get paid more and you get what you want.
You said that the last three times father, but we keep moving. And I don’t get what I want because what I want is to move back to France an d see my mother. I hate this bloody country! I screeched with an English accent, through my door.
There was a knock on my door but I wasn’t going to open it. He could not get it open no matter what he did, I have a new lock on my door and I hid the key from him! I did have a pretty sweet life I guess! I got to move all around the world and try out the latest technology (including locks that keep annoying parents out)! I even speak ten different languages including English with and without an accent, Spanish, French, German, Russian, Japanese, Portuguese, Chinese, Dutch, Arabic, and a little sign language. This is my third time moving back to America. What’s so special about America? Even New York wasn’t as amusing as all the stories I have heard about it. They call it the city that never sleeps but I saw a bunch of poor people sleeping in a cardboard box! Where are we moving in America now anyway?
I think you will like it there! I heard my father say from inside the bathroom.
Well how would I know if you won’t tell me? I replied, half in German.
You See Father! I am so messed up learning all of these different languages. It can’t possibly be good for me! What happens if I get all these languages confused?
You won’t get them mixed up trust me you’re a bright girl! My father replied with toothpaste in his mouth. HURRY UP OR WE WILL MISS OUR FLIGHT! He mumbled while trying to gargle the Listerine.
It’s a good thing I speak Gibberish! I thought.
I was in no hurry to move back to America, so I took my sweet time as I slipped into my customized name jeans, jeweled studded shirt, and my favorite purple air force ones, A.K.A my favorite outfit ever! As you can probably tell I love purple if not WAKE UP! My mother gave it to me before she lost her parental rights to me. Those jeans were always getting me into the popular group at any school in America I went to! They had my name going down one leg in silver glitter and purple decorations. They made me popular but also made lots of people hate me because they didn’t have them!
*******
This airport was ten times nicer than any other airport I had ever been to in my life! But that didn’t matter since it was taking me back to America!
The wait was so long and the plane was just a few feet away from where I went through security. First class was just calling my name!
I do not want to go back Papa. I said loudly in Arabic. Everyone stared at me in concern but I ignored them. I was way too busy trying to get my dad to just quit his stupid job.
Well we have already payed for all of this and I doubt you would have gone through this whole security mess just to go home to France.
Finally we got on the plane for my fourth trip to America! First class was awesome as usual! The only perk to moving is the great service in first class.
Excuse me miss! I politely said to a flight attendant
Yes Miss Jadoré. She replied sweetly.
May I please have some Grape soda? I asked
Yes would you like Fanta or Crush? She asked
Fanta of course! I said in a wasn’t-that-obvious voice.
Great choice miss, I’ll be right back with your drink miss! She said on her way to get the soda.
I wish they would all stop calling me miss it makes me sound old! I mumbled.
When she returned with the soda I pulled a twisler out of the pack in my carry on.
Twislers are my favorite straws in grape soda! I chewed the top part and end part of the twisler and stuck it in the can. I slipped into a comfortable day dream while sipping my soda about me and my mother and me playing in our backyard in France. After my day dream I slipped into a real dream as I fell asleep in my extra large first class cabin which was extra comfortable.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Poems By lexi!!!!!!
WAITING 2 EXHALE:
Have you ever felt like you were waiting to exhale? you feel a pressure building in your chest , and when you swallow your heart sinks,because the concept of love is to wide to carry on your shoulders. Does he feel the same? The battle between heart and mind keeps you from telling how you relly feel. Those three little words keep you close to the floor, the fear of saying "Ilove you" sends you into a state of shock. the moment he wraps you in his arms, you're hipnotized the trance gets deeper and deeper until your lips finally meet. Is this unification real? Or is it an illusion of the heart. Will the moments you shared last of will it die out quickly. Like a meteor shining bright as it flies across the sky. It was beautiful while it lasted but soon it disappears into the starry night as if it had never happened. The happiness was Unreal. as the tears flow you wonder how come HE DOESN'T LOVE ME ANYMORE.
Have you ever felt like you were waiting to exhale? you feel a pressure building in your chest , and when you swallow your heart sinks,because the concept of love is to wide to carry on your shoulders. Does he feel the same? The battle between heart and mind keeps you from telling how you relly feel. Those three little words keep you close to the floor, the fear of saying "Ilove you" sends you into a state of shock. the moment he wraps you in his arms, you're hipnotized the trance gets deeper and deeper until your lips finally meet. Is this unification real? Or is it an illusion of the heart. Will the moments you shared last of will it die out quickly. Like a meteor shining bright as it flies across the sky. It was beautiful while it lasted but soon it disappears into the starry night as if it had never happened. The happiness was Unreal. as the tears flow you wonder how come HE DOESN'T LOVE ME ANYMORE.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
c OMMING UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IDK WATZ HAPPENING BUT ALLL OF A SUDDEN JUS HAV SOOOOO MUCH INSPIRATION!!!!!!! HEHEHEHEE I CAME UP WTH LIKE 4 NEW BOOOK IDEA DURING CLASS (WEN I SHUD HAV BEEN PAYIN ATTENTION) WELL I WAS ND DAZZZ SORTA WHERE I GOT ONE IDEA FROM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
bOOK IDEAS:
wEIGHING MY HEART AGAINST A FEATHER
SUMMER CRAZY
WHEN MARCO FALL IN LOVE (STORY ALREADY IN PROGRESS)
WAITING TO EXHALE
WHICH ONE SHUD I WRITE?????????????? DEY ALL SOND GUD RITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WELL I PROMISE DAT SOME HOW I WILL END UP WRITING ALL OF DEM UNLESS SOMEONE STEALS MY IDEAS !!!!! OH NO DNT STEAL MY IDEAS!!!!!!! LOL I WILL START WRITING sUMMER CRAZY WHEN I FINISH ICE DANCER ND WHEN MARCO FALLS IN LOVE (STORY TITLE IN PROGRESS) * THE TITLE OF THT STORY MITE CHANGE BUT STAAY WITH ME NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
bOOK IDEAS:
wEIGHING MY HEART AGAINST A FEATHER
SUMMER CRAZY
WHEN MARCO FALL IN LOVE (STORY ALREADY IN PROGRESS)
WAITING TO EXHALE
WHICH ONE SHUD I WRITE?????????????? DEY ALL SOND GUD RITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WELL I PROMISE DAT SOME HOW I WILL END UP WRITING ALL OF DEM UNLESS SOMEONE STEALS MY IDEAS !!!!!
Haunted classroom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
O.M.G!!!!!!!! during 2nd period 2day while my language arts teacher is tlking bout the book we r reading in clas (to kill a mockingbird) the fan in the back of the room starts spinning on its own sooooo creepy !!!!!!!!
some ppl thought it had been set to turn on o sumtin but the only problem was it was not plugged into da wall
Our teaCHER EVerYday tells us that there is a ghost trapped in the closet who haunts the classroom nd now we r all kind scared to b in dere!!!!!! boooooooooooooo! have a happy halloween!!!
BTW WAT R U GONNA B??? IM GONNA B A NERD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
some ppl thought it had been set to turn on o sumtin but the only problem was it was not plugged into da wall
Our teaCHER EVerYday tells us that there is a ghost trapped in the closet who haunts the classroom nd now we r all kind scared to b in dere!!!!!! boooooooooooooo! have a happy halloween!!!
BTW WAT R U GONNA B??? IM GONNA B A NERD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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