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.
1 being the best 10 the worst
These 本 are great for summer 読書 I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.
10. Deacula によって Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit によって Tolken
8. I'm the king of the 城 によって Susan Hill
7. 1984 によって George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian モル, ほくろ によって Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice によって Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre によって シャルロット, シャーロット Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies によって William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime によって Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca によって Daphne du Maurier
These 本 are great for summer 読書 I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.
10. Deacula によって Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit によって Tolken
8. I'm the king of the 城 によって Susan Hill
7. 1984 によって George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian モル, ほくろ によって Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice によって Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre によって シャルロット, シャーロット Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies によって William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime によって Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca によって Daphne du Maurier
Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So あなた need not try to remember something,
あなた remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that あなた could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
あなた try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, あなた try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
So あなた need not try to remember something,
あなた remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that あなた could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
あなた try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, あなた try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went によって and もっと見る pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went によって and もっと見る pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Me and Those
Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants あなた to do something,
または be something
That sometimes あなた don’t want to be?
They are those!
あなた know them!
あなた probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect あなた to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
あなた don’t want to take.
They are those who expect あなた to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
あなた prefer to be small and humble.
But do あなた think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!
They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since あなた were born,
Came up with a path for あなた in life.
But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
