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.
OK, so, with the holidays and the business of school, I have decided NO party chapter. I won't be able to write it for a while, anyway. So, let me just put it this way:
Over the span of.. let's say 6 weeks, Miranda, Sam and Alexander became better friends, and Sam still had a crush on Alex. Sam was still フレンズ with Skye, but, being with the 人気 crowd, was pulled away and restricted from "hanging with the nobobdies."
Soon, Skye's friendship with her became a hatred and a 火災, 火 started and now, she hates Sam. So, Sam, Alex and Marie are all on フレンズ terms (Alex and Sam.. well, lil' higher) and Skye is frienemies with Sam.
Over the span of.. let's say 6 weeks, Miranda, Sam and Alexander became better friends, and Sam still had a crush on Alex. Sam was still フレンズ with Skye, but, being with the 人気 crowd, was pulled away and restricted from "hanging with the nobobdies."
Soon, Skye's friendship with her became a hatred and a 火災, 火 started and now, she hates Sam. So, Sam, Alex and Marie are all on フレンズ terms (Alex and Sam.. well, lil' higher) and Skye is frienemies with Sam.
Shaped roughly from the rain.
Jagged crevices cut crudely
Not enough patience.
They rudely act out of duty.
Except for the movement that exists here
While the Spheres wait patiently for years
To be tormented from the cemented clouds
However their ever so patient, ever so patient.
Waiting for an ending of the intelligent, ignorant, belligerent.
The battle scarred unknowns secretly wait alone.
For the intricate impatients to lay ruined in lacerations.
Petty conflicts of constant greed, destroying all nations.
So the weather hardened unknowns, wait to be alone.
Jagged crevices cut crudely
Not enough patience.
They rudely act out of duty.
Except for the movement that exists here
While the Spheres wait patiently for years
To be tormented from the cemented clouds
However their ever so patient, ever so patient.
Waiting for an ending of the intelligent, ignorant, belligerent.
The battle scarred unknowns secretly wait alone.
For the intricate impatients to lay ruined in lacerations.
Petty conflicts of constant greed, destroying all nations.
So the weather hardened unknowns, wait to be alone.
Heyy there, I know in my last entry I 発言しました I would write on Friday- but I didn't. Theres actually loads of things that have happened to me in the last few days/week. Im not gonna tell あなた though! I had no コメント on the last entry but as soon as I get some feedback im gonna start 書く to あなた again- Im a very busy person. I go to school, I play football (soccer-(Im english)-) along with my 書く I also sing alot so I have many things to do/practice. Go look for my last entry and あなた will understand partly why im jabbering on :) 愛 to the people of the earth~ Cait xxx- 20th September 2011
