Heys guys, this story is made سے طرف کی me (hotfudgebrownie) and llrulez!! :D:D hope آپ like it.
Chapter #1
My life. My life isn’t ordinary. it’s too complicated .it all started when…Wait! I almost forgot. Im eliza steel.everyone knows me as liz.im 16 and very athletic . I know a little bit of karate from a few classes I had taken when I was little.. I have a little sister,Dani,who is just 11 but a little too smart for her age.my best friend stasha is extremely intelligent. She won a national award but forget about that .more important ,my story.but before آپ read any further stop and think. Unless آپ want your life to completely change forever close this book,put it back in your shelf and kiss it good bye for another day.if آپ cant ignore the urge to read مزید then go on but I warned you.
It all happened the دن my parents died. It was a painful , sorrowful death and no one should have been دیا an opportunity to face it. but that shows آپ how unlucky my parents were.i didn’t like it.i didn’t like it at all.so I did the only thing that anyone can do.a very dangerous mistake of mine and one word says it all- vengeance. My parents were killed سے طرف کی a man called neol winslow.an evil , pathetic fool of a human, if آپ ask me.hes almost as big as the mafia and has branches of drug selling morons in every state, country and maybe even continent!
My story starts on a dark, cold night. I was 14 at that time. My sister was just 9 and was quietly sleeping in her room. My parents were out dining at a restaurant. The babysitter was an old woman doubt she even knew that there were children in the house. Nothing could wake her up and right now she was on the couch, snoring away to glory.
Chapter #1
My life. My life isn’t ordinary. it’s too complicated .it all started when…Wait! I almost forgot. Im eliza steel.everyone knows me as liz.im 16 and very athletic . I know a little bit of karate from a few classes I had taken when I was little.. I have a little sister,Dani,who is just 11 but a little too smart for her age.my best friend stasha is extremely intelligent. She won a national award but forget about that .more important ,my story.but before آپ read any further stop and think. Unless آپ want your life to completely change forever close this book,put it back in your shelf and kiss it good bye for another day.if آپ cant ignore the urge to read مزید then go on but I warned you.
It all happened the دن my parents died. It was a painful , sorrowful death and no one should have been دیا an opportunity to face it. but that shows آپ how unlucky my parents were.i didn’t like it.i didn’t like it at all.so I did the only thing that anyone can do.a very dangerous mistake of mine and one word says it all- vengeance. My parents were killed سے طرف کی a man called neol winslow.an evil , pathetic fool of a human, if آپ ask me.hes almost as big as the mafia and has branches of drug selling morons in every state, country and maybe even continent!
My story starts on a dark, cold night. I was 14 at that time. My sister was just 9 and was quietly sleeping in her room. My parents were out dining at a restaurant. The babysitter was an old woman doubt she even knew that there were children in the house. Nothing could wake her up and right now she was on the couch, snoring away to glory.
On a foggy دن ,
Following the light ,
Running far away .
There was a little car ,
Driven سے طرف کی two children ,
Made out of plastic and gum ,
With a fake license number .
And the car was the product
Of one’s imagination,
It was the guide through the forest
Of his life’s interpretation.
And the forest was dark
And hunted سے طرف کی wolves ,
Full of tears and pain
And of smiles went to vain.
And this kid was an orphan,
Slowly rushing through life ,
Searching for his mother ,
Waiting to be held tight.
He is lost and scared ,
Yet unstoppable ,
Cause all his life he’s spent
Walking through that forest.
We ain’t all lucky and rich
یا have families.
The truth is we only have ourselves,
To make our own journies.
This orphan’s an example
For those who don’t know ,
That that forest is the rode
We all have to go on .
First person writing is when the characters is speaking directly toward another person(You). آپ use words like "I", "Mine", "We", "Us." The character is telling the story to آپ themselves.
Second Person
Third person is the exact opposite. Instead of the character talking to you, the narrator is talking about the character. Your main words are "You", and "Your."
Third Person
Third person is almost similar to سیکنڈ person. The narrator is talking to you, but instead they use words like "He", "She", "It", and "They." Third person کتابیں often have the most detail.
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this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do آپ think?
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If آپ love him,
Tell him so.
If آپ love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told آپ so.
And if آپ love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told آپ so.
And if آپ love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if آپ love him,
Tell him so.
If آپ love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
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If آپ love him,
Tell him so.
If آپ love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told آپ so.
And if آپ love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told آپ so.
And if آپ love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if آپ love him,
Tell him so.
If آپ love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something آپ can do.
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something آپ can do.