~Carmen~
I couldn't believe how real the dream felt: the ocean, washing over my skin; the sun pouring heat over my head; the seaweed tickling my feet. It felt مزید of reality in the dream than in the actual تفصیل of life, which scared me like hell. The vividness was choking my senses alive, but I was able to hear the cry in the background; yes, very angelic and begging me to come closer, to ease the pain. I tried turning, but my body willingly ignored me, and I flailed about desperately.
And then I saw him.
The black ڈاکو, ہڈ wrapped around him like a religious cloak, twirling farther down to his waist and ending to just faintly brush the ocean waves dipped under his bare feet. He stood on سب, سب سے اوپر of the water, dark red eyes staring at me from the inky blackness that fluttered in that grave hole. A scythe was in his hand, the metal glinting at me. Slowly, he started a walk towards me.
I struggled, writhed; but it did me no good. He moved as if he owned everything, and whether یا not I desperately moved to be free, he was in charge. He took his grand time reaching me, stopping inches away to kneel down. Those red eyes tempted me, peered into my soul and converted me.
I breathed lightly, my دل beating too fast to count, my head spinning as the سب, سب سے اوپر of a child's toy would; fast, frightening. His face was getting too close, too close, hurting, suffocating...
Cold, dead lips met mine.
Everything stopped.
I woke.
The sun blinded me through the window, دکھانا me the light it could produce. I angrily stomped over there to pull the curtain away, then trotted to my بستر and stuffed myself under the covers again. I shut my eyes.
And then the damn alarm clock went off.
I growled, tearing the covers off once مزید and slapping the alarm clock on the top, pressing the button deeply down. I heard the machine make a small click, something it never did before, and I groaned.
"Another clock. Just great."
I got up, stretching like the marvelous cat I was in the morning, and rubbed my eyes. I staggered over to the bathroom, opening the door. I screamed.
"Jesus, Sam, you'd think that you'd knock sometime, یا let me know you're here!"
Sam stood there, shamelessly holding a razorblade full of shaving cream before me. He still had half of his face to go. "Sorry. Brothers are like that, آپ know."
"And آپ know how sisters are. Now get out!" I pointed towards the door, glaring at him. He shrugged, continuing.
"How the hell did آپ get in here, anyhow?"
"I took the subway, went for a little walk, had some food---"
"Be sensible, jerk." I mumbled at him, sitting myself on my bed, toying with the covers.
"You left the door unlocked."
I frowned. "No I didn't."
He turned to me and nodded, scraping some مزید of the cream off. "Yeah, آپ did."
"I swear to God I didn't. The key is---" I ran to my drawers, opening the first one. I pulled the key out from under the socks, دکھانا him the small piece of gold. "See? I put it here when I was done locking."
"How do آپ know that it wasn't there to begin with? That آپ left it there yesterday?" He looked away to watch his reflection in the mirror.
"Because, stupid, I'm not as dumb as you." I placed the key back into its rightful spot, then faced him. "Go to Simon's place and shave all آپ want there, but I don't want you're hair in my sink. You're already making me late as it is." I started to تلاش for a pain of jeans and a t-shirt.
"Yeah, yeah. And until آپ get a guard dog, I'm going to be staying here for a few days. Mom کہا so."
"Mom can go shove it up her---"
"Be nice." He warned, giving me a look while he rinsed off the blade.
"Who's in charge here again?"
"Doesn't matter. You're nature, as it is, will get آپ into trouble." He threw the blade in the garbage, yawned, then leaned against the sink and watched me, bored.
"And what does that make you? Someone with higher knowledge? We have the same parents, آپ know." I stated sarcastically, grabbing my bag.
"Oh yeah. I totally forgot. I'm just the idiotic friend who has some sort of love connection to آپ in being able to come every morning and shave the hair---"
"Shut up and get your bag." I shot at him, letting that fake-ass grin stay on all the way to school.
I couldn't believe how real the dream felt: the ocean, washing over my skin; the sun pouring heat over my head; the seaweed tickling my feet. It felt مزید of reality in the dream than in the actual تفصیل of life, which scared me like hell. The vividness was choking my senses alive, but I was able to hear the cry in the background; yes, very angelic and begging me to come closer, to ease the pain. I tried turning, but my body willingly ignored me, and I flailed about desperately.
And then I saw him.
The black ڈاکو, ہڈ wrapped around him like a religious cloak, twirling farther down to his waist and ending to just faintly brush the ocean waves dipped under his bare feet. He stood on سب, سب سے اوپر of the water, dark red eyes staring at me from the inky blackness that fluttered in that grave hole. A scythe was in his hand, the metal glinting at me. Slowly, he started a walk towards me.
I struggled, writhed; but it did me no good. He moved as if he owned everything, and whether یا not I desperately moved to be free, he was in charge. He took his grand time reaching me, stopping inches away to kneel down. Those red eyes tempted me, peered into my soul and converted me.
I breathed lightly, my دل beating too fast to count, my head spinning as the سب, سب سے اوپر of a child's toy would; fast, frightening. His face was getting too close, too close, hurting, suffocating...
Cold, dead lips met mine.
Everything stopped.
I woke.
The sun blinded me through the window, دکھانا me the light it could produce. I angrily stomped over there to pull the curtain away, then trotted to my بستر and stuffed myself under the covers again. I shut my eyes.
And then the damn alarm clock went off.
I growled, tearing the covers off once مزید and slapping the alarm clock on the top, pressing the button deeply down. I heard the machine make a small click, something it never did before, and I groaned.
"Another clock. Just great."
I got up, stretching like the marvelous cat I was in the morning, and rubbed my eyes. I staggered over to the bathroom, opening the door. I screamed.
"Jesus, Sam, you'd think that you'd knock sometime, یا let me know you're here!"
Sam stood there, shamelessly holding a razorblade full of shaving cream before me. He still had half of his face to go. "Sorry. Brothers are like that, آپ know."
"And آپ know how sisters are. Now get out!" I pointed towards the door, glaring at him. He shrugged, continuing.
"How the hell did آپ get in here, anyhow?"
"I took the subway, went for a little walk, had some food---"
"Be sensible, jerk." I mumbled at him, sitting myself on my bed, toying with the covers.
"You left the door unlocked."
I frowned. "No I didn't."
He turned to me and nodded, scraping some مزید of the cream off. "Yeah, آپ did."
"I swear to God I didn't. The key is---" I ran to my drawers, opening the first one. I pulled the key out from under the socks, دکھانا him the small piece of gold. "See? I put it here when I was done locking."
"How do آپ know that it wasn't there to begin with? That آپ left it there yesterday?" He looked away to watch his reflection in the mirror.
"Because, stupid, I'm not as dumb as you." I placed the key back into its rightful spot, then faced him. "Go to Simon's place and shave all آپ want there, but I don't want you're hair in my sink. You're already making me late as it is." I started to تلاش for a pain of jeans and a t-shirt.
"Yeah, yeah. And until آپ get a guard dog, I'm going to be staying here for a few days. Mom کہا so."
"Mom can go shove it up her---"
"Be nice." He warned, giving me a look while he rinsed off the blade.
"Who's in charge here again?"
"Doesn't matter. You're nature, as it is, will get آپ into trouble." He threw the blade in the garbage, yawned, then leaned against the sink and watched me, bored.
"And what does that make you? Someone with higher knowledge? We have the same parents, آپ know." I stated sarcastically, grabbing my bag.
"Oh yeah. I totally forgot. I'm just the idiotic friend who has some sort of love connection to آپ in being able to come every morning and shave the hair---"
"Shut up and get your bag." I shot at him, letting that fake-ass grin stay on all the way to school.
OK so i was walking down the street...all alone...in the rain...not happy but not sad ether...when suddenly I ran into a میگنولیا, منگولیا tree!I don't know how I didn't see it...or why it was in the middle of the road-but it was there and when I looked at it I saw it was the biggest میگنولیا, منگولیا I had ever seen;it was absolutely GINORMOUS!it to be at least as tall as a skyscraper. I couldn't even see the top.Now what is the easiest way to get past a tree? Go around it of course! but when i looked there was a wall!Two walls!on ether side of the درخت that prevented me from passing(again,how didn't I see this before?)It was not an ordinary
دیوار ether,and must have taken allot of work to build because it was as tall,or taller than the tree!so I was stuck with a میگنولیا, منگولیا and two walls
what was I to do?turn back?I had come too far!so knowing this,what do آپ think I did?What would آپ have done?
دیوار ether,and must have taken allot of work to build because it was as tall,or taller than the tree!so I was stuck with a میگنولیا, منگولیا and two walls
what was I to do?turn back?I had come too far!so knowing this,what do آپ think I did?What would آپ have done?
I look at the old photographs. It kills me to see him smile. I've only heard about him. I hear he would have loved me. I hear he was nice. I hear that he was a good dad. I hear he was an okay husband. I hear that he would have made a good grandfather. It's not fair. It kills me when my dad talks about him. My dad کہا one of his last words to him were "Dont miss me when I'm gone." Those words run through my head. دن and night and keep me up thinking of him. Why did he have to go? I pray he's okay and fine in heaven. I pretend he's still here. If only he were ... I miss him....
I guess he's just....
Hard to Let Go
Dedicated to my grandfather I miss آپ ... even if I never met آپ =,[
اگلے journal entry coming up in few please
R&R
Thanks!!
I guess he's just....
Hard to Let Go
Dedicated to my grandfather I miss آپ ... even if I never met آپ =,[
اگلے journal entry coming up in few please
R&R
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