Shaun
I'm not sure why it had to be me. If I'm really honest with you, I hated myself.
I was fourteen when my parents died. I had no family left, so I became the unwanted foster kid.
I didn't want to have to think, または care about anything. I wanted to die.
I wanted to be an inconvenience to the world. I wanted them to know how much I hated them for having their own happy lives. I shunned everyone.
I became the loner.
I look out of place, somehow. I'm the kid who's taller than the other sophomores によって a head. The kid with coal black eyes.
The foster parents I was living with now tried. They tried, but were failing miserably. I was detached. Somehow, not here.
I thought I was beyond help. Beyond reaching.
As it turns out, you're not always right.
Serena
It was my first 日 at school. I was transferring, in the middle of the semester, to a school in Phoenix. I was moving here with my mom.
The school was relatively big, but what was different was that the each grade had lunch at a diiferent time from the others.
Only one of the 600 other 10th graders really stood out. A tall, intimidating boy wearing a black シャツ and black jeans, and surprise, surprise, black combat boots. We're talking the kind of guy who looks like he's been through a lot. He stared at people as if every single one of them had murdered him in a 前 life.
He sat at his own table, the one in the far corner. His arms were crossed, the 表, テーブル in front of him entirely clear.
I didn't know anyone here; no one had even noticed I was new. It was unlikely I would be able to sit anywhere but there, and taking my soda and apple, I crossed the room.
I reached the table. Everyone was staring at me. There was no doubt about it; I was new here.
Shaun
She walked with a grace that was almost inhuman; her dark brown hair waved down halfway down her back. Her skin glowed, and her eyes were brown. The colour of chocolate. Clear eyes, that seemingly appeared deep, yet unfathomable at the same time.
She looked nothing like the Arizona blondes あなた get used to when あなた live here, the barbie-orange ones that all play バレーボール または something.
But she was much もっと見る beautiful than they all were. She was real.
That was the very first time I saw her.
I'm not sure why it had to be me. If I'm really honest with you, I hated myself.
I was fourteen when my parents died. I had no family left, so I became the unwanted foster kid.
I didn't want to have to think, または care about anything. I wanted to die.
I wanted to be an inconvenience to the world. I wanted them to know how much I hated them for having their own happy lives. I shunned everyone.
I became the loner.
I look out of place, somehow. I'm the kid who's taller than the other sophomores によって a head. The kid with coal black eyes.
The foster parents I was living with now tried. They tried, but were failing miserably. I was detached. Somehow, not here.
I thought I was beyond help. Beyond reaching.
As it turns out, you're not always right.
Serena
It was my first 日 at school. I was transferring, in the middle of the semester, to a school in Phoenix. I was moving here with my mom.
The school was relatively big, but what was different was that the each grade had lunch at a diiferent time from the others.
Only one of the 600 other 10th graders really stood out. A tall, intimidating boy wearing a black シャツ and black jeans, and surprise, surprise, black combat boots. We're talking the kind of guy who looks like he's been through a lot. He stared at people as if every single one of them had murdered him in a 前 life.
He sat at his own table, the one in the far corner. His arms were crossed, the 表, テーブル in front of him entirely clear.
I didn't know anyone here; no one had even noticed I was new. It was unlikely I would be able to sit anywhere but there, and taking my soda and apple, I crossed the room.
I reached the table. Everyone was staring at me. There was no doubt about it; I was new here.
Shaun
She walked with a grace that was almost inhuman; her dark brown hair waved down halfway down her back. Her skin glowed, and her eyes were brown. The colour of chocolate. Clear eyes, that seemingly appeared deep, yet unfathomable at the same time.
She looked nothing like the Arizona blondes あなた get used to when あなた live here, the barbie-orange ones that all play バレーボール または something.
But she was much もっと見る beautiful than they all were. She was real.
That was the very first time I saw her.
Lonely Girl
So peaceful in sleep she lies
Brown hair spilled across her pillow
I can picture her beautiful eyes
Looking into her dreams…
She looks like she’s not listening
But really she’s deep in thought
Remembering forgotten memories
When she lived life as she ought
Stolen kisses in the night
Laughing with her friends
Little did she know back then
This is where it all would end
Her ハート, 心 is filled with regret
Always looking back
She wishes she would just forget
And find happiness once もっと見る
I don’t think she’ll ever forget you
But for now there’s joy on her face
She keeps reminding herself
It’s not a race, to be the first to find your place
Now as the sun goes down
She’ll say a prayer
Wishing perhaps for you
But really, life’s not that fair
There’s nothing this Lonely Girl can do
So peaceful in sleep she lies
Brown hair spilled across her pillow
I can picture her beautiful eyes
Looking into her dreams…
She looks like she’s not listening
But really she’s deep in thought
Remembering forgotten memories
When she lived life as she ought
Stolen kisses in the night
Laughing with her friends
Little did she know back then
This is where it all would end
Her ハート, 心 is filled with regret
Always looking back
She wishes she would just forget
And find happiness once もっと見る
I don’t think she’ll ever forget you
But for now there’s joy on her face
She keeps reminding herself
It’s not a race, to be the first to find your place
Now as the sun goes down
She’ll say a prayer
Wishing perhaps for you
But really, life’s not that fair
There’s nothing this Lonely Girl can do
If you've learnt British English and you're travelling in the States,or if you've learnt American English and you're travelling in Britain,you'll notice some differences.An obvious difference is the accent,but most travellers find that they don't have too many problems with this.There are some grammatical differences,but they shoudn't make it difficult to understand people,or to communicate.That leaves differences in vocabulary,which can cause misunderstandings.Sometimes the difference is only the spelling,for example,in British English 'center','colour',and 'travelled',and in American English 'centre','color',and 'traveled'.But sometimes the word is completely different in British and American English,and it's good idea to be prepared.