Chapter Two- Setting My Sights
If ghost could pass out from shock then that was actually what I was about to do. It isn't the greatest feeling in the world to realize that you're dead, that no one on Earth will be able to hear آپ say anything ever again. Everyone thinks آپ are dead. There was a silver lining in this tale of misfortune. Everyone thinks I'm dead which meant, most likely, everyone would be gossiping about my death. I might just get some جوابات on this untimely tragedy. I longed to know what happened to me. Why was I like this? I surely don't want to be a ghost forever although, it might have its up sides.
As soon as that class was over, I followed Seth. I always had a peculiar interest in that guy. I might be because of his unusual attitude towards everything یا maybe because he seemed to be the object of attention even thought he was an outsider like myself.
People always enclosed Seth. It wasn't like he was very social but something about his tone and reaction to everything received him many admirers. I hate to admit it but I was one of them. I say 'was' because I'm dead. آپ thought آپ could forget that little factoid since I haven't mentioned it in a while.
"Hey, Seth," greeted Nina as she wiggled and fought her way through the swarm of people enclosing Seth. "Did آپ get my میل ای yesterday?" Yes, Nina Talon was definitely a Seth fan. It is probably the only thing with have in common.
"Um, no, sorry," admitted Seth. He shrugged and tried hopelessly to get his کتابیں out of his locker. I felt sorry for the guy. It wasn't his fault he was born with adoring looks and an athletic body to match. All blame should be aimed on his parents. His mom was a talented singer before her lungs collapsed. Then his dad is a surgeon who somehow has a natural beauty to him. Those two are awful. "You sent me emails like every hour. I am still going over ones I get from آپ last year."
Nina turned a bright گلابی before flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder in a flirty manner. "No worries," she replied. "All will be forgiven if آپ simply just come to my Halloween Bash اگلے week." A few of Seth's groupies started murmuring about it. Nina only invited the elite to come to her Halloween Bash. I never got to go for inexplicable reasons.
"Sorry, but that is on Halloween. Some of the guys and I are trying to do a seance to try and connect to Andrea Manson's ghost."
"It's perfectly okay," she کہا holding back a frown. She turned stiffly around and stalked off.
On Halloween, Seth and his buddies would be trying to contact me in my supposed spirit world. Ha. Is outdo love to see how that goes.
I endeavored walking through walls and people which failed miserably. In all for hose horror movies, walking through walls is like knowing the alphabet to ghost. Why couldn't I accomplish it? Maybe because I'm too smart for such and idiotic thing. Then again, the C's and D's on my رپورٹ cards would disagree.
When I first tried walking through a human, it was because Wendy Gong had gotten be all steamed up. She was bragging to all of her new friend-including Nina Talon-about how she was always so close to me. I guess when you're dead, everyone starts losing their memories. There is no way I would have ever hung out with Wendy Gong. She was a snob, bratty, sassy, cruel, demonic, plastic, and a total suck up. She is almost as worse the Nina.
The experience, for me, was absolutely terrible. I felt a cold chill threatening to engulf me with its cold, bitterness. I don't know how Wendy felt but سے طرف کی the way she curled up into a ball shivering, it gave me a clue.
Next, I tried walking through a wall. I wasn't scared یا anything because, again, those crappy horror فلمیں mislead me into believing that ghost have this emptiness about them. It wasn't that I couldn't walk through the دیوار it was just that it drained so much energy out of me and it seemed to take forever. سے طرف کی the time, I had reached the other side, I was kneeling down and trying to catch my breath.
آپ are probably wondering why I'm tell آپ these things well, I was practicing. For what آپ ask? For my own personal business. Lets just say that سے طرف کی the time Nina's bash rolled around, this school would be in chaos. At this moment, a truly bone trembling idea crept up in my mind. An idea that could have possible destroyed the school if it wasn't for . . . . I'm getting ahead of myself. Before آپ can know more, آپ must read this part first
If ghost could pass out from shock then that was actually what I was about to do. It isn't the greatest feeling in the world to realize that you're dead, that no one on Earth will be able to hear آپ say anything ever again. Everyone thinks آپ are dead. There was a silver lining in this tale of misfortune. Everyone thinks I'm dead which meant, most likely, everyone would be gossiping about my death. I might just get some جوابات on this untimely tragedy. I longed to know what happened to me. Why was I like this? I surely don't want to be a ghost forever although, it might have its up sides.
As soon as that class was over, I followed Seth. I always had a peculiar interest in that guy. I might be because of his unusual attitude towards everything یا maybe because he seemed to be the object of attention even thought he was an outsider like myself.
People always enclosed Seth. It wasn't like he was very social but something about his tone and reaction to everything received him many admirers. I hate to admit it but I was one of them. I say 'was' because I'm dead. آپ thought آپ could forget that little factoid since I haven't mentioned it in a while.
"Hey, Seth," greeted Nina as she wiggled and fought her way through the swarm of people enclosing Seth. "Did آپ get my میل ای yesterday?" Yes, Nina Talon was definitely a Seth fan. It is probably the only thing with have in common.
"Um, no, sorry," admitted Seth. He shrugged and tried hopelessly to get his کتابیں out of his locker. I felt sorry for the guy. It wasn't his fault he was born with adoring looks and an athletic body to match. All blame should be aimed on his parents. His mom was a talented singer before her lungs collapsed. Then his dad is a surgeon who somehow has a natural beauty to him. Those two are awful. "You sent me emails like every hour. I am still going over ones I get from آپ last year."
Nina turned a bright گلابی before flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder in a flirty manner. "No worries," she replied. "All will be forgiven if آپ simply just come to my Halloween Bash اگلے week." A few of Seth's groupies started murmuring about it. Nina only invited the elite to come to her Halloween Bash. I never got to go for inexplicable reasons.
"Sorry, but that is on Halloween. Some of the guys and I are trying to do a seance to try and connect to Andrea Manson's ghost."
"It's perfectly okay," she کہا holding back a frown. She turned stiffly around and stalked off.
On Halloween, Seth and his buddies would be trying to contact me in my supposed spirit world. Ha. Is outdo love to see how that goes.
I endeavored walking through walls and people which failed miserably. In all for hose horror movies, walking through walls is like knowing the alphabet to ghost. Why couldn't I accomplish it? Maybe because I'm too smart for such and idiotic thing. Then again, the C's and D's on my رپورٹ cards would disagree.
When I first tried walking through a human, it was because Wendy Gong had gotten be all steamed up. She was bragging to all of her new friend-including Nina Talon-about how she was always so close to me. I guess when you're dead, everyone starts losing their memories. There is no way I would have ever hung out with Wendy Gong. She was a snob, bratty, sassy, cruel, demonic, plastic, and a total suck up. She is almost as worse the Nina.
The experience, for me, was absolutely terrible. I felt a cold chill threatening to engulf me with its cold, bitterness. I don't know how Wendy felt but سے طرف کی the way she curled up into a ball shivering, it gave me a clue.
Next, I tried walking through a wall. I wasn't scared یا anything because, again, those crappy horror فلمیں mislead me into believing that ghost have this emptiness about them. It wasn't that I couldn't walk through the دیوار it was just that it drained so much energy out of me and it seemed to take forever. سے طرف کی the time, I had reached the other side, I was kneeling down and trying to catch my breath.
آپ are probably wondering why I'm tell آپ these things well, I was practicing. For what آپ ask? For my own personal business. Lets just say that سے طرف کی the time Nina's bash rolled around, this school would be in chaos. At this moment, a truly bone trembling idea crept up in my mind. An idea that could have possible destroyed the school if it wasn't for . . . . I'm getting ahead of myself. Before آپ can know more, آپ must read this part first
He woke up all alone in the darkness. He felt something
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his دل started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his دل started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"
I wrote this a while back, for my language arts class. Please don't copy, enjoy!!!:)
Don't be careless
About the world
Many people are penniless
They have nowhere to go
Generations through generations
Our numbers subtract
Stand up and fight
We are not powerless
Together we unite
And restore our happiness
Come on let's be earnest
We can improve academically
دکھائیں that we care
Our people need compassion
We live and love
And we think of above
Forever and ever
We will be together
No matter how wicked
یا cruel we can be
We all live and die
In this democracy on Earth
Don't be careless
About the world
Many people are penniless
They have nowhere to go
Generations through generations
Our numbers subtract
Stand up and fight
We are not powerless
Together we unite
And restore our happiness
Come on let's be earnest
We can improve academically
دکھائیں that we care
Our people need compassion
We live and love
And we think of above
Forever and ever
We will be together
No matter how wicked
یا cruel we can be
We all live and die
In this democracy on Earth
Reality hurts, I have experience
It makes آپ feel free, and then drags آپ to the ground
It tells آپ that everything will be ok
Later it crushes all hope and faith
It makes آپ see what آپ want to see
Let’s آپ feel what آپ want to feel
It puts آپ in those “oh snap” positions
It laughs at آپ in the face for your mistakes
It can help آپ find love یا heartbreak
In the end reality gives آپ the same outcome
The very outcome آپ tried to avoid
Reality doesn’t control me, I refuse to be destroyed
It makes آپ feel free, and then drags آپ to the ground
It tells آپ that everything will be ok
Later it crushes all hope and faith
It makes آپ see what آپ want to see
Let’s آپ feel what آپ want to feel
It puts آپ in those “oh snap” positions
It laughs at آپ in the face for your mistakes
It can help آپ find love یا heartbreak
In the end reality gives آپ the same outcome
The very outcome آپ tried to avoid
Reality doesn’t control me, I refuse to be destroyed
