I woke up in my twin bed, blanket pulled up to my quivering chin, lamp on the bedside tabelle turned on because I forgot to turn it off last night, my feet hanging off the bottom of the bed, as always. But today would be different. I rolled out of bett and shut off my lamp, opened up my butter-yellow curtains, and let the rising sun shine on my face. I admired the looming hills in the distance. The empty hillsides were my savior, my escape, my haven. I slowly stripped off my spitze nightgown, eyes never leaving the hills, and pulled on a formal blue dress and some pure white flats, my fanciest outfit. I felt I needed to be dressed up for the hills, so as to respect their greatness. I tore my eyes away from the hills and looked in the mirror. I fashioned my burgundy curls into an elegant updo with violett ribbons entwined in my curls. I sprayed myself with my most expensive perfume, rosa in a clear bottle. Then I dragged a yellow bag out of my closet and packed: I packed up all the clothes I could fit, toothpaste, a toothbrush, hairbrush. I walked into my kitchen, tiptoeing past my parents bedroom, where my physically abusive father and verbally abusive mother slept. I packed Essen into my bag and zippered the bag up. I slung the bag over my shoulder. It was heavier than expected, I stumbled a bit. I composed myself and walked into my sister's room. Baby Jesse was laying in her krippe sleeping. I peered into the crib, picked Baby Jessie up and stared into her face. Snow-white skin, rose-red lips, translucent eyelids, long, dark, thick eyelashes. I held her to me, and grabbed her baby bag and slung it over my free shoulder. And then I walked out the front door, out of that life forever. It took about twenty Minuten to lug Baby Jessie and the two bags to the hills, and then I had to walk up the hügel and dip down onto the other side, where I settled myself down in the valley between the two hills. Baby Jessie was still asleep, I laid down the blankets from her baby bag and put her down on them, praying she wouldn't wake up and scream and cry. I spread another blanket on oben, nach oben of her and looked up at the bright sun, rising above an empty hillside.
When Du Have To Choose Between 2 Possibilities:
1.Take your time.The most important thing is not to make a decision in a hurry.
2.Make a Liste of the positive and negative points for both opinions.Then decide which points are most important and compare the two lists.
3.If Du ask other people for their advice,don't ask Mehr than 1 oder 2.If Du ask a lot of people,this will probably confuse you.
4.Use your imagination to help you.Imagine yourself in both situations.How do Du feel?Relaxed oder stressed?
5.When you've made a decision,wait a bit before Du tell other people,to see how Du feel.If Du feel comfortable with your decision after an hour,you have probably made the right decision.
6.Finally,remember that Du can't have everything.Choosing one of two possibilities always means that Du can't have the one Du didn't choose.And it's impossible to always make the right decision!
1.Take your time.The most important thing is not to make a decision in a hurry.
2.Make a Liste of the positive and negative points for both opinions.Then decide which points are most important and compare the two lists.
3.If Du ask other people for their advice,don't ask Mehr than 1 oder 2.If Du ask a lot of people,this will probably confuse you.
4.Use your imagination to help you.Imagine yourself in both situations.How do Du feel?Relaxed oder stressed?
5.When you've made a decision,wait a bit before Du tell other people,to see how Du feel.If Du feel comfortable with your decision after an hour,you have probably made the right decision.
6.Finally,remember that Du can't have everything.Choosing one of two possibilities always means that Du can't have the one Du didn't choose.And it's impossible to always make the right decision!
It is 120 years into the future and the Rights Organization is stronger than ever. They are killing Mehr people than ever and there are only three people that can save the World and they are children. Jordan is a thirteen Jahr old witch and is the daughter of the Greek god sun, Apollo. Mark, a fourteen Jahr old wizard who is the son of Demeter. And last but not least Ivy is a thirteen Jahr old daughter of Ares and a great witch. These three children are the worlds only hope. Read Half and Half, The Begining of the End.