Genre: Realistic Fiction, Drama/Romance
There was this one summer I spent with my cousins, back when I was fourteen. My little sister, Claire, went to their house with me.
That first day, when we jumped out of the van, we were stunned. The house was this glorious, leaning, peeling, giant Home on a winding dirt road. The paint was a soft baby blue, something that reminded me of rocking Pferde and winter nights. Our Auntie Leila stepped onto the rickety porch and waved and smiled. Cautiously, Claire and I waved and smiled back. Uncle Jeb came to give us hugs. We returned the hugs without complaining.
"You're nearly grown up, Sadie!" Leila sang as she looked me over, fixing the wrinkles in my rock and pushing my braids down my back. "And Claire! What a tender sweet young thing, you!" Claire tensed. She was not a tender sweet young thing. Claire was as tough as nails and did not like being a girly girl.
Jeb took our suitcases to the back door as Leila ran us in through the front.
I couldn't remember the last time I was in there. Probably a birthday oder maybe Thanksgiving. I could distinctly hear the creaks and thuds as kids our age were running around upstairs.
"Tim! Jess! Makayla! Isaac! Amelia! Joey!" Leila screeched. In that order, all our cousins appeared at the oben, nach oben of the stairs. Their faces lit up. We hadn't seen each other in a while. They all came rushing down the whining stairs and practically attacked the two of us with chatter and hugs.
There was this one summer I spent with my cousins, back when I was fourteen. My little sister, Claire, went to their house with me.
That first day, when we jumped out of the van, we were stunned. The house was this glorious, leaning, peeling, giant Home on a winding dirt road. The paint was a soft baby blue, something that reminded me of rocking Pferde and winter nights. Our Auntie Leila stepped onto the rickety porch and waved and smiled. Cautiously, Claire and I waved and smiled back. Uncle Jeb came to give us hugs. We returned the hugs without complaining.
"You're nearly grown up, Sadie!" Leila sang as she looked me over, fixing the wrinkles in my rock and pushing my braids down my back. "And Claire! What a tender sweet young thing, you!" Claire tensed. She was not a tender sweet young thing. Claire was as tough as nails and did not like being a girly girl.
Jeb took our suitcases to the back door as Leila ran us in through the front.
I couldn't remember the last time I was in there. Probably a birthday oder maybe Thanksgiving. I could distinctly hear the creaks and thuds as kids our age were running around upstairs.
"Tim! Jess! Makayla! Isaac! Amelia! Joey!" Leila screeched. In that order, all our cousins appeared at the oben, nach oben of the stairs. Their faces lit up. We hadn't seen each other in a while. They all came rushing down the whining stairs and practically attacked the two of us with chatter and hugs.
I write what i feel and try to
make them seem so-real to
you, but all Du want from me
is honesty.
as i write out the facts
Du act like Du don't really
care where my herz truly is.
Let me tell Du where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my herz
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.
as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest Poesie
that i write, i see Du looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.
Du look at me and Du
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to Du the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.
as i hold the key to this
honest Poesie that i compose
Du seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.
make them seem so-real to
you, but all Du want from me
is honesty.
as i write out the facts
Du act like Du don't really
care where my herz truly is.
Let me tell Du where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my herz
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.
as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest Poesie
that i write, i see Du looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.
Du look at me and Du
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to Du the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.
as i hold the key to this
honest Poesie that i compose
Du seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.
