PROLOGUE Remember when you were a kid, right? Remember those trips the School would organize to ‘Broaden’ your understanding. Well, honestly I never went to them. All the time, my parents would be able to talk me out of it. Saying things like ‘There are gonna be all kinds of dangerous Insects’ or ‘I heard that people in that area were contracting a disease of some sort’. Whatever it was, I wasn’t really a social kid. I never joined any club, and even though I did have ‘friends’ I never felt an attachment to them. It may put me in a bad light, but they never just understood me, and it was more of a work relationship. I also moved a lot, many times to Europe …show more content…
In a few months time, I began to notice that he was becoming obsessed. He bought things I couldn’t dream of. I was sad, since I never wanted to encourage his behaviour. I know, that I can’t say anything against the way someone chooses to live his life, but when you realize that you had a negative effect on someone close to you, it places great guilt on you. Still, even now I accidentally persuade someone to do something, without intending to. Perhaps, when I realized that, I became increasingly quiet and kept to myself. I now, don’t have a single person to call a friend, I’ve become the person everyone forgets. It’s sad, since my brain fully understands myself, and realizes that I should be a tad bit more ambitious. I think of myself as someone cruel, for I purposely don’t let people close to me. I know that I should live without regrets, I’m young, and shouldn’t think so much about everything. Sometimes though, thinking that makes me light headed, and gives me courage to do dangerous things. That might not be a good thing, but it’s nice to be able to do what you want with no worries. I am fully conscious in that time, but perhaps not in
few friends in elementary school, but by high school was perceived as strange and a loner by his
To say she is shocked to see a teenage girl blonde teenage Barbie lookalike where her 40 year old one night stand should be is an understatement what the fu.... I explain about everything the d.n.a trial the Dr McCormick everything in a high pitched voice of a teenage girl when I finally finished Vera still shocked says what your saying is impossible. No shit I say in a way that seems bitchy. We have to get you to this Dr McCormick. I text her no answer and I call and don't even get an answering machine start to panic I will come back as I start to panic I don't want to be a girl I don't know how to be a girl. I want to be me/John as Vera comes back with unisex sweats. No use putting it off any longer I think as I strip to my birthday suit.
Me and my friends Preben, Bryan, Dillon, and Lucas go to the school dance on friday the 13th. Preben is the one nerd out of are group. Bryan is the guy who thinks he is all big and tough but when it comes to a fight he can’t fight at all, Lucas is the scaredy cat, Dillon is the curious one who always wants to explore scary stuff, and I’m the one who don’t really care about anything. People at the dance kept making up rumors that if you leave the first 5 people to leave the dance would be haunted or followed by a mummy. But after a while we weren 't having fun so we planned on leaving. Were walked in the hallway’s to leave the dance.
Once I got to school I decided to hang out with my friends. We were call the nerds because we are very astute people but people still liked
Before she hung up the phone last night she gave me her address and told me to text her when I was leaving Dinah’s house. I woke up the next morning with Ally’s head nuzzled into my neck with her arms and legs wrapped around me protectively, Dinah and Normani’s head on my back with their arms comfortably wrapped around my waist, and Pia’s head at my feet hugging my legs. I was wrapped in a human blanket of love, these girls have been with me through everything, they stuck by my side when no one else would, helped me up when I fell or when someone pushed me down, held my hand when I was scared, like now. I love these girls, I would die for them and they would die for me.
Hi, Natalie. It’s not too late for me, but I’m glad you had a chance to write back. Yes my daughter is excitied this is the first year she has her own class, she filled in for a teacher that had retidard last year.
I ended up at Walmart to get more wife beaters, they call them, “A shirt’s” WTF? I bought 3 v neck t-shirts that are Medium and you’d think I bought a parachute when we went to Summerset... their sizes are misleading. So I drove the Barbara mini RV. She had uncle Burt fix her breaks (replace them) … He’s a great guy and I might get him to change a tire for me or look at my lawn mower…. Anyway, they squeak 90% of the time. So here I am driving and it basically sounds like something is going to fall off or out of this Honda machine (it was always perfect when I had it), it was pretty terrible, but ya know I just kept going because I figured it was just the breaks... and with my MINI cooper I learned how to literally drive WITHOUT BREAKS
Being bullied doesn't bother me and I can completely ignore it … SAID NO ONE EVER. How would you feel if someone called you “Brace Face” or “Four Eyes”?
Wind softly blew against the waving trees, creating a lovely scene of falling leaves. The sun shone at its highest point in the sky. A boy sat in front of a tree with his eyes closed shut. The tree’s roots and branches stretched out as far as the eye could see. It stood firmly on the ground, keeping the boy in his resting position. This was the boy’s paradise. A place where he could be himself and in a peaceful environment. Where no one could bother him, yet one day when the boy closed his eyes once more he heard something strange. His brown eyes slowly opened and found themselves laying upon another pair of eyes. The deep and mysterious eyes stared into him. The icy look shook him to his core. Many pairs of eyes kept appearing everywhere around him. Surrounding the boy. Cornering him against the tree. He felt up the trunk only for it to crumble in his hands. The grass turned dark and ugly and the peacefulness became eerie. It was as if the world around him crumbled as the dark eyes stared into his very soul. His legs shook and trembled under him, he could barely stand up. The eyes continued to stare. Watching him. Judging him for all he’s done. They enveloped him into their darkness and left him stranded in emptiness. He tried finding an exit. Finding a way out. He couldn’t find a way to escape the darkness. A bright single light shined in the dark. The boy covered his eye with his bandaged up arms to shield himself, but nothing happened. The boy moved his arms to see what happened and stood before him was a man. The man moved his hand
How dare he destroy my flowers, the one thing in my life that is still precious to me, that horrible little boy has something coming. The pain racks by body the more I think about them, he gave them to me and as a wedding present all those years ago. Him, the one man in the whole world who understood me, what life should be like us living how we wanted to, with our precious little daughter. My daughter, the sister of that dreadful little boy reminds me of my own daughter, however my daughter never ran around in boys overalls covered in dirt, hair cut short enough to mimic her brothers. What was her name again Scamp, Scoop? No, Scout, that was it, what a ridiculous name for a girl, of course that not be here really name, however it is not much
No. Don't feel guilty at all. Many of us do work with karma...I know that sounds weird, but you really are helping these guys heal spiritually. They have choices...always choices. Not your fault they chose
It seemed others were interested in me, only if there was something going on that encouraged them to invite me. I was not the charming boy I was when teachers complimented on me in grade school now. I was someone else, a kid who I did not know, and who did not like me. Other people walked in and out of
I want to find the one. The one that cups the sides of my face and pulls me into him under the dim streetlamp. I want drizzling rain on our shoulders as he presses his lips onto mine. I want to lie on that red and white checkered blanket under the darkness of the night and the brightness of the stars and of the moon and of our baby boy.
Is it possible to be a someone you weren’t before? You don’t have to change your name or your hair, but can your heart, your mind, and priorities change? When I was younger, I was a firm believer that people don’t change; but I was wrong, and I learned that once I began to get older. Things happen to people that is out of everyone's control, that can take a toll on someone, and change someone forever. It can crush someone so deeply, that they will feel like their whole life is upside down and turned around and might even make you lose yourself. These past few years I thought I knew who I was but I was lying to myself. Thanks to crazy adventures of life, I now know how to be independent, strong and forgiving.
It’s been a year, considering all of the coincidences I’ve been through. Not to mention, I get nightmares without exception of my parents getting eradicated, by a man wearing an all black attire.