I walked into class and sat in a 좌석 다음 to Skye.
"Hello, class. I am Mrs. Marrow. I will be your English teacher for this semester. Without further to do, let's introduce our 2 new students. Skye Rope, come on up!"
Skye jumped out of her 좌석 and ran to the front of the classroom.
"Umm, hi! My name is Skye... Oh, 의해 the way, it's spelled with an 'e' at the end. Not 'sky' like, as in, like, 'The sky is blue.' Umm.. I like turtles, pandas, cartoons, 당신 know which 만화 I like? I like Almost Naked Animals, Cyber Space, Fetch with Ru-"
"That is all, Skye. Now, Sam Fitzpatrick."
I blushed, as I always have when a stranger says my name. I'm just lucky I didn't put my full name on the application. I get up and walk to the front of the classroom. I look at Mrs. Marrow.
"Umm, what do I say?" I ask. All of the sudden a couple of kids are laughing.
"Just, about yourself. Yourself: in a summary!" she says, looking at some paperwork.
"Umm, I am Samantha Fitzpatrick-"
"Like, the Fitzpatrick girl from the Suite Life?" one boy in the back row asks. Another girl in the front, with beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a tank-top, a denim skirt, and much jewelery, turned around and gave him a quick cold stare.
"Shut up, Robert." she said. "The Suite Life is FAKE. Besides, who still watches that show?" she asked.
He blurted back at her, "You probaly still do, Miranda. Say, do."
"Both of you, shut up! Robert, 당신 have a lunch detention and a Responsibility Class. And 당신 can NOT call your mother. Miranda, lunch detention." Mrs. Marrow yelled angrily. She started 글쓰기 on a sticky note for both of them. She then turned to me and asked,
"What school did 당신 come from?" she asked. I hesitated and tried to think of something. I thought of the school the poor kids went to in my village. "L'apprentissage est essentiel" I believe it was called. In English it meant "School is essential"
"L'apprentissage est essentiel" I replied. "It means 'School is essential'"
"Where was this school?" she asked
"Umm, Dagsboro, a small town in Delaware..." I replied. I had done research last night and was looking for small towns to state I was from.
"You may sit down now." said Mrs. Marrow. Everyone seemed bored with me. All of the sudden, I tripped and fell on my face. Even Skye started laughing. "Sam! Even if 당신 don't become liked on the first 일 doesn't mean 당신 have to turn yourself into Robert!" excplaimed Mrs. Marrow. "Tsk, tsk. Responsibility Class for you!" she added. She wrote on a sticky note and handed it to me. I went back to my 좌석 and sat down.
"Oooh, new girl got in trouble!" teased the boy in front of me. I looked up and fell in love. He was handsome. Dirty blonde hair with green-blue eyes. He was wearing a plain, black 셔츠 with a black 재킷, 자 켓 over it. He wore navy jeans with red converse. "One tiny mistake, and it's RC for you! Oh, and just so you're not a newbie, RC is 애프터스쿨 detention." Then, he turned around and acted like nothing happened. Mrs. Marrow was staring at him. "I know, I know. RC."
"Hello, class. I am Mrs. Marrow. I will be your English teacher for this semester. Without further to do, let's introduce our 2 new students. Skye Rope, come on up!"
Skye jumped out of her 좌석 and ran to the front of the classroom.
"Umm, hi! My name is Skye... Oh, 의해 the way, it's spelled with an 'e' at the end. Not 'sky' like, as in, like, 'The sky is blue.' Umm.. I like turtles, pandas, cartoons, 당신 know which 만화 I like? I like Almost Naked Animals, Cyber Space, Fetch with Ru-"
"That is all, Skye. Now, Sam Fitzpatrick."
I blushed, as I always have when a stranger says my name. I'm just lucky I didn't put my full name on the application. I get up and walk to the front of the classroom. I look at Mrs. Marrow.
"Umm, what do I say?" I ask. All of the sudden a couple of kids are laughing.
"Just, about yourself. Yourself: in a summary!" she says, looking at some paperwork.
"Umm, I am Samantha Fitzpatrick-"
"Like, the Fitzpatrick girl from the Suite Life?" one boy in the back row asks. Another girl in the front, with beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a tank-top, a denim skirt, and much jewelery, turned around and gave him a quick cold stare.
"Shut up, Robert." she said. "The Suite Life is FAKE. Besides, who still watches that show?" she asked.
He blurted back at her, "You probaly still do, Miranda. Say, do."
"Both of you, shut up! Robert, 당신 have a lunch detention and a Responsibility Class. And 당신 can NOT call your mother. Miranda, lunch detention." Mrs. Marrow yelled angrily. She started 글쓰기 on a sticky note for both of them. She then turned to me and asked,
"What school did 당신 come from?" she asked. I hesitated and tried to think of something. I thought of the school the poor kids went to in my village. "L'apprentissage est essentiel" I believe it was called. In English it meant "School is essential"
"L'apprentissage est essentiel" I replied. "It means 'School is essential'"
"Where was this school?" she asked
"Umm, Dagsboro, a small town in Delaware..." I replied. I had done research last night and was looking for small towns to state I was from.
"You may sit down now." said Mrs. Marrow. Everyone seemed bored with me. All of the sudden, I tripped and fell on my face. Even Skye started laughing. "Sam! Even if 당신 don't become liked on the first 일 doesn't mean 당신 have to turn yourself into Robert!" excplaimed Mrs. Marrow. "Tsk, tsk. Responsibility Class for you!" she added. She wrote on a sticky note and handed it to me. I went back to my 좌석 and sat down.
"Oooh, new girl got in trouble!" teased the boy in front of me. I looked up and fell in love. He was handsome. Dirty blonde hair with green-blue eyes. He was wearing a plain, black 셔츠 with a black 재킷, 자 켓 over it. He wore navy jeans with red converse. "One tiny mistake, and it's RC for you! Oh, and just so you're not a newbie, RC is 애프터스쿨 detention." Then, he turned around and acted like nothing happened. Mrs. Marrow was staring at him. "I know, I know. RC."
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the 초 of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But 당신 should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do 당신 do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three 더 많이 seconds, gone, like that,
Did 당신 use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these 초 in hell.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the 초 of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But 당신 should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do 당신 do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three 더 많이 seconds, gone, like that,
Did 당신 use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these 초 in hell.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the 언덕, 힐
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the 언덕, 힐
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die 이모 암캐, 암 캐 die, bitchy whore. That last 코멘트 doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first 키스 and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it said 장미 are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if 당신 want I'll tell them to can it, all because I 사랑 당신 Janet. I don't know who wrote 당신 사랑 poem rhyme thing but I 사랑 당신 too!
Is It True 당신 Lie?
Is It True 당신 Hate Me?
Is It True 당신 Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True 당신 Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True 당신 Like Me Crying?
Is It True 당신 Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True 당신 Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True 당신 Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True 당신 Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True 당신 Let Me Call 당신 My True Bestfriend When 당신 Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Is It True 당신 Hate Me?
Is It True 당신 Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True 당신 Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True 당신 Like Me Crying?
Is It True 당신 Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True 당신 Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True 당신 Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True 당신 Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True 당신 Let Me Call 당신 My True Bestfriend When 당신 Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Her eyes were 불, 화재 red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why 당신 are
mad at me.
Why 당신 shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My 프렌즈 ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why 당신 are mad.
Why do 당신 have to do
what 당신 do to me?
Why does it give 당신
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my 프렌즈 take action?
Why cant 당신 tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why 당신 are
mad at me.
Why 당신 shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My 프렌즈 ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why 당신 are mad.
Why do 당신 have to do
what 당신 do to me?
Why does it give 당신
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my 프렌즈 take action?
Why cant 당신 tell me WHY?
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not 의해 blood, then 의해 what?
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, 당신 ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time 글쓰기 in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, 당신 ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time 글쓰기 in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
