The three boys turned around to see three girls standing before them. Them three girls were Amelia, Emma, and Grace. These were the girls they were meeting. Daniel's voice was shaking but he managed to get some words out: "Hi. How are you?" He said, almost stumbling on his words. "We're fine thankyou. So where are we going?" Amelia replied, giving them her most angelic smile. "Erm, anywhere آپ want!" Daniel answered her, still stammering. "How about the sweet shop? We haven't been there for a while." Emma asked, دکھانا a smile too. "Yeah, sure!" Tommy replied to her, looking at the other two boys for agreement. They decided they would do exactly that, so they took a stroll to 'The Olde Sweet Shoppe'.
After a few منٹ of walking they passed the fruit stalls, with Old Jim, the owner. He spoke to everyone and everyone knew who he was. Jim was a lonely man but still always managed to make others feel welcome. Jonathan thought he would say a quick hello. "Hello Jim! How's it going today? Sold much?" Jonathan asked politely.
"Well آپ know, the usuals. Where آپ lot heading? Anywhere nice?" Jim asked curiously.
"Oh, just the sweet shop. Do آپ want us to get some for you?" Tommy asked nicely. "No thanks, but here's some money for آپ lot to share. Spend it well." Jim کہا generously. "Thankyou Jim!" They all said. Jim was such a kind man. He didn't have much money, and even when he did, he gave it away to people less fortunate than him, یا just people he cared for very much.
Tommy took the money and the five of them spent half an گھنٹہ in the sweet shop. As soon as آپ step into the doorway, آپ can't help but stop and stare. The shelves were packed with many varieties of colours - from pinks to purple, to oranges to yellow. Every single kind of sweet was up there with every single colour. To choose what ones آپ wanted was a nightmare. "What are آپ getting Emma?" Amelia asked her, as she peered over at the millions of sweets Emma's eyes were glued to. "I'm sure. I might not get any - there's so many to choose from." She replied, undecided, "Actually, I might just get the نیبو, لیموں Drops, what do آپ think?" Amelia was not really listening, as she was too busy gazing at Daniel in the corner. "Amelia! Stop staring at loverboy over there, and help me decide!" Emma laughed.
"Sorry! I was just staring at the sweets actually, not Daniel!" She said, trying her hardest to look innocent but آپ could see she was lying. Emma was about to reply when the boys interrupted them. "Have آپ decided then? We've got to get back soon." Tommy asked the girls.
"Yeah, I think we are." Emma replied as she smiled sweetly. They stepped up to the counter and bought the sweets they wanted. Grace was about to pay for hers when she realised she was a few pennies short. "Oh, I must of dropped some of my money." She said, a bit embarrassed. "Oh don't worry, I've got some." Jonathan generously offered. Grace was so amazed that he had actually spoke to her she had only managed to get out one word.
"Thanks."
After a few منٹ of walking they passed the fruit stalls, with Old Jim, the owner. He spoke to everyone and everyone knew who he was. Jim was a lonely man but still always managed to make others feel welcome. Jonathan thought he would say a quick hello. "Hello Jim! How's it going today? Sold much?" Jonathan asked politely.
"Well آپ know, the usuals. Where آپ lot heading? Anywhere nice?" Jim asked curiously.
"Oh, just the sweet shop. Do آپ want us to get some for you?" Tommy asked nicely. "No thanks, but here's some money for آپ lot to share. Spend it well." Jim کہا generously. "Thankyou Jim!" They all said. Jim was such a kind man. He didn't have much money, and even when he did, he gave it away to people less fortunate than him, یا just people he cared for very much.
Tommy took the money and the five of them spent half an گھنٹہ in the sweet shop. As soon as آپ step into the doorway, آپ can't help but stop and stare. The shelves were packed with many varieties of colours - from pinks to purple, to oranges to yellow. Every single kind of sweet was up there with every single colour. To choose what ones آپ wanted was a nightmare. "What are آپ getting Emma?" Amelia asked her, as she peered over at the millions of sweets Emma's eyes were glued to. "I'm sure. I might not get any - there's so many to choose from." She replied, undecided, "Actually, I might just get the نیبو, لیموں Drops, what do آپ think?" Amelia was not really listening, as she was too busy gazing at Daniel in the corner. "Amelia! Stop staring at loverboy over there, and help me decide!" Emma laughed.
"Sorry! I was just staring at the sweets actually, not Daniel!" She said, trying her hardest to look innocent but آپ could see she was lying. Emma was about to reply when the boys interrupted them. "Have آپ decided then? We've got to get back soon." Tommy asked the girls.
"Yeah, I think we are." Emma replied as she smiled sweetly. They stepped up to the counter and bought the sweets they wanted. Grace was about to pay for hers when she realised she was a few pennies short. "Oh, I must of dropped some of my money." She said, a bit embarrassed. "Oh don't worry, I've got some." Jonathan generously offered. Grace was so amazed that he had actually spoke to her she had only managed to get out one word.
"Thanks."
Asperger's Syndrome is a mild form of autism with a bit of learning disability. It is the same as social anxiety. People with this kind have difficulty learning academics, socializing with other people, and forming friendships.
What does it feel like to have this? You'll be sensitive to loud sounds, lack of interest in to many things, difficulty understanding sarcasm and jokes, you'll feel lonely and alone, آپ see the world differently to other people, and the most overwhelming is آپ feel different in the world. It is also a lifelong condition and can't be cured. But help is a guide of their life. آپ will realize that those people have مزید intelligence and will grow up successfully in their life. And also they have a great دل of understanding on people's problems. They will also be kind and patient from what we are.
See the outside, and know deep the inside. There's no nothing than a reason behind.
It's better to be UNIQUE!
What does it feel like to have this? You'll be sensitive to loud sounds, lack of interest in to many things, difficulty understanding sarcasm and jokes, you'll feel lonely and alone, آپ see the world differently to other people, and the most overwhelming is آپ feel different in the world. It is also a lifelong condition and can't be cured. But help is a guide of their life. آپ will realize that those people have مزید intelligence and will grow up successfully in their life. And also they have a great دل of understanding on people's problems. They will also be kind and patient from what we are.
See the outside, and know deep the inside. There's no nothing than a reason behind.
It's better to be UNIQUE!
First off,harry potter has actual struggle and creative and developed villains while twilight centers around a girl who is completely dependent on a 2 hot guys who go to war for her and constantly abuse her.Second,harry potter has compelling storyline and fun unique characters while twilight is ALL STEREOTYPES, with the new hot shallow girl who runs a love مثلث and the the two guys and their دوستوں who fight over her.And lastly, for all آپ people who say that edward is hotter than harry, cedric is hotter than edward.look at all characters,not just the main ones.peace y'all
I come ہوم and their fighting.
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!
When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My دوستوں dont understand!
I come ہوم again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my دل like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.
I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my دوستوں lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!
When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My دوستوں dont understand!
I come ہوم again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my دل like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.
I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my دوستوں lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?
Leting go of the ones you love is like falling out of an airplane with no para shoot
