*Thanks for the Kommentare and Fans :) I just noticed I put Ch.3 for Ch.2, my mistake I can be so dumb sometimes. But! I fixed it. Please read, review, and don't copy*
Chapter 3
We all Liebe the great Beth
Back to the story, Ali was right, the new substitute was HOT, Von the time class was over the girl sitting Weiter to my had drowned in a pool of her own drool. We make our way to the cafeteria and listen to one of many of Beth’s crazy stories, it’s basically this lame story that she recreates improvising as she goes along.
That’s one of the things I Liebe about her, she can make something lame into something great. It’s just that she puts passion into it, life, she makes a dull action graceful and rare.
Like that Tag she almost ripped Grey’s face apart, yelling at him, and demanding that he’d fix her car. She did it in such a way that hey, who can blame anyone for falling in Liebe with her. Fast vorwärts-, nach vorn to the present before I start getting into a discussion about someone other then myself, in my own diary, and the rest of my Tag becomes into a snooze fest.
So right now I’m trying to get inside my house before any unwanted visitors get in my way. And Von unwanted visitors I mean Grey and Talia, Du already know Grey is my neighbor.
Talia is just some freak who stalks anything that breathes, convinced they were her ‘friends’. She’s this huge psychopath and likes to squeeze her nosy butt in your life. Another reason to despise her existence, is that she’s totally and irrevocably in Liebe with Grey.
Unlike Grey, Talia actually does has a shrine dedicated to her beloved crush. I know because one time she kidnapped me, and I was stuck in her really creepy house, but her house was nothing compared to her room. There was pictures of people that she took with her camera, but most of it was Grey.
On one wall, there was a pictures of Grey, and creepy stuff like a strand of blond hair, oder a thrown out Coca-Cola bottle he drunk from, yeah stuff like that. And about every single picture looked like it was taken without permission.
Like she was hiding in a busch with a camera at the ready, snapping pictures of unsuspecting people. It was super creepy, and ever since then I made sure Talia and I didn’t kreuz paths.
Luckily, I manage to get in without being invaded Von anyone.
Okay, I know what your thinking, and yes, I am rich. Now I’m not a snob oder a brat, I would give Du permission to shoot me. When I was in my mom’s stomach, my dad won the lottery. Unlike most stuck-up families, we’ve haven’t grown apart, we’ve grown closer.
If we ever acted bratty oder spoiled, mom and dad would do this creative kind of punishment. It would be different every time, but then they started doing these really cruel pranks to us. One time we were all being bratty and spoiled and they did this prank that made us believe we were being robbed.
On a shorter note, we learned our lesson and stopped altogether. Adam, my older brother, is just finishing college, Melanie is going to be just starting in a few weeks. Adam’s twenty one, Melanie nineteen, and I sixteen, I’m in the eleventh grade.
So now you’ve learned a great deal about my family, like me, there pleasantly insane.
Chapter 3
We all Liebe the great Beth
Back to the story, Ali was right, the new substitute was HOT, Von the time class was over the girl sitting Weiter to my had drowned in a pool of her own drool. We make our way to the cafeteria and listen to one of many of Beth’s crazy stories, it’s basically this lame story that she recreates improvising as she goes along.
That’s one of the things I Liebe about her, she can make something lame into something great. It’s just that she puts passion into it, life, she makes a dull action graceful and rare.
Like that Tag she almost ripped Grey’s face apart, yelling at him, and demanding that he’d fix her car. She did it in such a way that hey, who can blame anyone for falling in Liebe with her. Fast vorwärts-, nach vorn to the present before I start getting into a discussion about someone other then myself, in my own diary, and the rest of my Tag becomes into a snooze fest.
So right now I’m trying to get inside my house before any unwanted visitors get in my way. And Von unwanted visitors I mean Grey and Talia, Du already know Grey is my neighbor.
Talia is just some freak who stalks anything that breathes, convinced they were her ‘friends’. She’s this huge psychopath and likes to squeeze her nosy butt in your life. Another reason to despise her existence, is that she’s totally and irrevocably in Liebe with Grey.
Unlike Grey, Talia actually does has a shrine dedicated to her beloved crush. I know because one time she kidnapped me, and I was stuck in her really creepy house, but her house was nothing compared to her room. There was pictures of people that she took with her camera, but most of it was Grey.
On one wall, there was a pictures of Grey, and creepy stuff like a strand of blond hair, oder a thrown out Coca-Cola bottle he drunk from, yeah stuff like that. And about every single picture looked like it was taken without permission.
Like she was hiding in a busch with a camera at the ready, snapping pictures of unsuspecting people. It was super creepy, and ever since then I made sure Talia and I didn’t kreuz paths.
Luckily, I manage to get in without being invaded Von anyone.
Okay, I know what your thinking, and yes, I am rich. Now I’m not a snob oder a brat, I would give Du permission to shoot me. When I was in my mom’s stomach, my dad won the lottery. Unlike most stuck-up families, we’ve haven’t grown apart, we’ve grown closer.
If we ever acted bratty oder spoiled, mom and dad would do this creative kind of punishment. It would be different every time, but then they started doing these really cruel pranks to us. One time we were all being bratty and spoiled and they did this prank that made us believe we were being robbed.
On a shorter note, we learned our lesson and stopped altogether. Adam, my older brother, is just finishing college, Melanie is going to be just starting in a few weeks. Adam’s twenty one, Melanie nineteen, and I sixteen, I’m in the eleventh grade.
So now you’ve learned a great deal about my family, like me, there pleasantly insane.
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing, schaukel me Von my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if Du destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing, schaukel me Von my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if Du destroy me.
No matter how much Du wish for Mehr it happens like the Stunde glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test Von our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test Von our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in Liebe with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in Liebe with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to schlucken me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that Du will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. Weiter time, I invite Du to Mitmachen with us on our battle. And it will be even Mehr life-consuming, if Du know what that means.
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood Von me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To Zeigen them that...
Their work was useful.
To Zeigen them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to Zeigen all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood Von me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To Zeigen them that...
Their work was useful.
To Zeigen them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to Zeigen all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.