Musik is the only class I have with him. The longest class.
"Nick play that part of the excersice again." told our band teacher Mr. Bova.
No one argues with Mr. Bova, we all think he's scary.
"Why do I even stay in this class?" I sometimes ask myself. The fear of being yelled at? The fact that I loved playing the flute? oder Nick.... no I moved on! oder at lest I tell myself I did. I don't know what it is, his poping messy, curly blond hair, even Mehr sunkissed than mine. oder the way he smiled to himself, his perfect smirk. I don't why I ever crushed on him.
Nick finished the part of the routine, his flawless routine. He's the best Piano player in our class, always first chair. Mr. Bova's Favorit we think of him, the perfect example. We got back to work,but then imediantly Mr. Bova was yelling at us that we got D sharp wrong.
During these brief scoldings I always glance at him. I shouldn't even try, when I look at him it always reminds me of that moment that I screwed up on. Besides, crushes come and go.... only his crush lasted for a Jahr oder so. But its definately over... I think.....
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I'm a pretty antisocial person. No, I am antisocial of my middleschool, Carter Middle school. The place is a living hell for me. For some reasons.......... and ... others... but mostly, the kids are idoits and the teachers don't know anything about teaching.
Mrs. Carr the librarian is the only one who knows what she's doing. Mrs. Carr is a very experienced English teacher who was demoted to being the school librarian. Her little bibliothek is the only place to escape this wreched place that isn't crowded like the Musik room. I rushed to there before the rough crowds.
Before I even before stepped completely through the door I heard a joyful husky voice. " Hey little Ann."
TO BE CONTINUED
"Nick play that part of the excersice again." told our band teacher Mr. Bova.
No one argues with Mr. Bova, we all think he's scary.
"Why do I even stay in this class?" I sometimes ask myself. The fear of being yelled at? The fact that I loved playing the flute? oder Nick.... no I moved on! oder at lest I tell myself I did. I don't know what it is, his poping messy, curly blond hair, even Mehr sunkissed than mine. oder the way he smiled to himself, his perfect smirk. I don't why I ever crushed on him.
Nick finished the part of the routine, his flawless routine. He's the best Piano player in our class, always first chair. Mr. Bova's Favorit we think of him, the perfect example. We got back to work,but then imediantly Mr. Bova was yelling at us that we got D sharp wrong.
During these brief scoldings I always glance at him. I shouldn't even try, when I look at him it always reminds me of that moment that I screwed up on. Besides, crushes come and go.... only his crush lasted for a Jahr oder so. But its definately over... I think.....
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I'm a pretty antisocial person. No, I am antisocial of my middleschool, Carter Middle school. The place is a living hell for me. For some reasons.......... and ... others... but mostly, the kids are idoits and the teachers don't know anything about teaching.
Mrs. Carr the librarian is the only one who knows what she's doing. Mrs. Carr is a very experienced English teacher who was demoted to being the school librarian. Her little bibliothek is the only place to escape this wreched place that isn't crowded like the Musik room. I rushed to there before the rough crowds.
Before I even before stepped completely through the door I heard a joyful husky voice. " Hey little Ann."
TO BE CONTINUED
Anger
Nothing but anger
I should have listened to Mama
She knew best
I didn't listen to her
Yes Mama, they all laughed at me.
The blood.
Everyone jeering and cheering
Just like in the locker room
The pig's blood on the dress I made.
The laughter.
Their ear splitting and cruel laughter.
I start to cry
Tommy yells at them, telling them to stop.
The bucket falls down and he lays there unconscious.
The lights turn red.
Still laughter.
They tried going out the door
I trapped them all inside with only my mind.
The hose unwrapped from the emergency glass.
I turn up the water pressure.
They all scream.
Electrical wiring
The fires
I did it
The town I grew up in
Damaged and destroyed.
All from my mind.
I go home
I go inside.
And I wake up
In a pile of stones from the sky.
All from my mind.
This destruction I caused.
They laugh at me no more.
Nothing but anger
I should have listened to Mama
She knew best
I didn't listen to her
Yes Mama, they all laughed at me.
The blood.
Everyone jeering and cheering
Just like in the locker room
The pig's blood on the dress I made.
The laughter.
Their ear splitting and cruel laughter.
I start to cry
Tommy yells at them, telling them to stop.
The bucket falls down and he lays there unconscious.
The lights turn red.
Still laughter.
They tried going out the door
I trapped them all inside with only my mind.
The hose unwrapped from the emergency glass.
I turn up the water pressure.
They all scream.
Electrical wiring
The fires
I did it
The town I grew up in
Damaged and destroyed.
All from my mind.
I go home
I go inside.
And I wake up
In a pile of stones from the sky.
All from my mind.
This destruction I caused.
They laugh at me no more.
Hope still blazes
Inside me.
I know I can do this.
It's possible,
And hope is entirely on
My side.
I believe I can do this.
I shall soar like an eagle
And touch the sky.
Reaching my dreams,
Achieving my goals.
While the war still blazes away
Outside,
I have a dream
That one day,
Somewhere,
There will be peace.
Everyone will live in harmony
That day,
Peacefully,
Never before to be engaged
In the horrible shackles of war.
Though difficult,
I believe in myself.
I believe in my country.
I believe in the world.
I believe that we can do this.
Hope still blazes.
Inside me.
I know I can do this.
It's possible,
And hope is entirely on
My side.
I believe I can do this.
I shall soar like an eagle
And touch the sky.
Reaching my dreams,
Achieving my goals.
While the war still blazes away
Outside,
I have a dream
That one day,
Somewhere,
There will be peace.
Everyone will live in harmony
That day,
Peacefully,
Never before to be engaged
In the horrible shackles of war.
Though difficult,
I believe in myself.
I believe in my country.
I believe in the world.
I believe that we can do this.
Hope still blazes.