Amy's Point Of View
I got up at 8.00am and got dressed. I went into the bathroom, did my make up and fixed my hair in a tight ponytail. I rushed downstairs to have my breakfast. My mum was there as usual, having her own breakfast. After that I brushed my teeth and headed off to Sarah's house to walk with her to school. When I reached her door, I knocked and after a view Sekunden Sarah opened the door ready to go.
"Hey, Sarah!" I said.
"Hi!" Sarah replied.
We walked to school, chatting the whole way. Most of it was boring except the part when she sagte about the party.
"I've been thinking a lot about my 17th birthday." Sarah said.
"Oh, yeah. What are Du gonna do?" I asked.
"Maybe a party. At my house." she said.
I replied nearly instantly.
"Yeah! That's a great idea! Du could invite everyone!"
Sarah smiled.
"Ok, ok, Amy! I'll ask my Mum and Dad to night! You, Kelly and Emily could stay the night! But there will be LOADS of people coming!"
We walked through the school gates and wandered off to our other friends. Me, Sarah, Emily and Kelly. We had a discussion about Sarah's party for a couple of minutes. The glocke rang and we walked into our classroom.
"Good morning class!" sagte our teacher, Miss King.
Nobody really took notice of her. We all sat down in our sitz ready for the register. Miss King did the register and continued with the lesson.
I got up at 8.00am and got dressed. I went into the bathroom, did my make up and fixed my hair in a tight ponytail. I rushed downstairs to have my breakfast. My mum was there as usual, having her own breakfast. After that I brushed my teeth and headed off to Sarah's house to walk with her to school. When I reached her door, I knocked and after a view Sekunden Sarah opened the door ready to go.
"Hey, Sarah!" I said.
"Hi!" Sarah replied.
We walked to school, chatting the whole way. Most of it was boring except the part when she sagte about the party.
"I've been thinking a lot about my 17th birthday." Sarah said.
"Oh, yeah. What are Du gonna do?" I asked.
"Maybe a party. At my house." she said.
I replied nearly instantly.
"Yeah! That's a great idea! Du could invite everyone!"
Sarah smiled.
"Ok, ok, Amy! I'll ask my Mum and Dad to night! You, Kelly and Emily could stay the night! But there will be LOADS of people coming!"
We walked through the school gates and wandered off to our other friends. Me, Sarah, Emily and Kelly. We had a discussion about Sarah's party for a couple of minutes. The glocke rang and we walked into our classroom.
"Good morning class!" sagte our teacher, Miss King.
Nobody really took notice of her. We all sat down in our sitz ready for the register. Miss King did the register and continued with the lesson.
Nicholas suddenly slid down on one knee and asked me at age 13 will Du marry me even with our age and mother and father would be against it I sagte yes. I Elizabeth {or Lizzie for short} Catherine Cromwell will soon be Lizzie Catherine Tucker in a few short months/ There was so much to do so much to plan in fact I will make a Liste of what I already know
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The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of Berühmtheiten turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in Zeigen business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived Von his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived Von his elderly father, Pop Tart.
Is it possible to fall in Liebe with someone you’ve never met
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen oder read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my herz begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
oder logical
Though Liebe rarely is
I can’t make my herz stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one Tag we could share
A Liebe that is real
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen oder read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my herz begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
oder logical
Though Liebe rarely is
I can’t make my herz stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one Tag we could share
A Liebe that is real
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! Du always end up like this. Maybe Du should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face oder back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! Du always end up like this. Maybe Du should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face oder back. Not me!
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i was a normal 18 Jahr old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( Mehr like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i sagte " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he sagte " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he sagte " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new
Du couldn't and wouldn't,
ask for anything more.
Now all Du want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
Du wish Du could help them,
through the pain,
but Du can't,
Du can only watch,
from the sky.
Du can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
Du put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
Du may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one Mehr thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring Du happiness and peace.
ask for anything more.
Now all Du want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
Du wish Du could help them,
through the pain,
but Du can't,
Du can only watch,
from the sky.
Du can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
Du put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
Du may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one Mehr thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring Du happiness and peace.
