Chapter 1 Windrous
--Windrous! What are Du doing upstairs? My mom says. Well. She is not really my mom. I was adopted Von her when I was three. I am fifteen now. The only thing I know about my past is a necklace. It has 6 simbles on it. Mom sagte I was wearing it when she adopted me. For some reason ,I never want to take it off.
--Windrous! What the hell are Du doing up there. Quickly! Du are going to be late for school. My mom shouts.
--I’m coming! I shout back. I quickly take my backpack and run downstairs I open the door and go to school.
--HIIIIIIIIIIII! WIRO! Do Du know that we are going to have a new student? Dylan asks.
--Really? Is it a boy oder a girl? I ask.
--A boy! A boy with glasses! I saw him in the office few Minuten ago! Dylan says. Dylan is always the first one who knows the news. Like Ms. Partbrige is having a baby, we are going to have a math test this Friday oder we are going to have a field trip. He is always the first one to know. The best part is that he never get it wrong.
--Guys! Go back to your seat! Miss. Jone says. Behind her is a boy with glasses. His blond hair is al most white. His eyes are yellowish green. He is really tall. I don’t know why? But he makes me feel uneasy.
--This is Sean Tanabe. Our new student. Miss. Jone says. Dylan gives me an I-told-you-I-am-right look. I give him back an I-never –say-you-are-wrong look.
--Sean! Du go sit behind Windrous. The boy with dark brown hair and wear a purple T-shirt. Miss. Jone says to Sean. Sean looks at me and smile. It is so creepy. I smile back even at I don’t want to.
--OK! Let’s begin our class. Miss. Jone says. I feel a pair of eyes stare at my back.
DING! Class is finally end. I rush out of classroom. Dylan follows me.
--What’s the matter, Wiro? Du look so off the whole class. He says
--The new student! I have a weird feeling about him! I tell Dylan.
--The new student? Dylan gives me a weird look.
--Never mind! I say. I don’t think he will understand.
--Whatever! Do Du want to play soccer? Dylan asks.
--Sure! Why not? I say.
--Windrous! Somebody call my name from behind. I turn back. Sean is running toward me.
--Can I go with Du guys? I don’t know anyone here. Sean says
--Of course Du can. Dylan smile.
--Sorry. Du are? Sean asks.
--My name is Dylan. I am Wiro’s friend. Dylan says.
--Wiro? Sean says
--Windrous’s nickname. Dylan says.
--Did Du play Fußball before? I don’t want to play with him. But if I say that, even Dylan will think I am mean.
-- Sometimes but I am not really good at it. Sean say. I have a feeling that he is not telling the truth. Shut-up! I tell myself. He is just a new student! There is nothing wrong with him! But there is a voice that tell me there is and it is not a small one!
--Wiro? Windrous? Dylan shouts.
--Huh? I don’t know that Dylan is shaking me the whole time.
-- What’s wrong with you? He asks. He looks worry.
-- Nothing! Just daydreaming. I say.
--Wiro! Are Du sick? Du are Schauspielen weird today! Do Du have a fever oder something? Dylan asks.
-- No! I am just… Just when I don’t know what to say. Sean changes his look. When I say change his look. I literally mean it.
Dylan and I look wildly at Sean .His hair turn orange. His eyes are still the same but his glasses disappear. He becomes much taller and older. He looks like a 18 year-old. I look around. Nobody is there. Only me, Dylan and Sean are left on the playground.
Dylan mouth the word what’s- going- on? I-have-no-idea I mouth back.
--Sorry! Guess I scare you! Sean smile.
-- Who are you? Dylan asks.
--I am Sean. Mind-son of Sulian God of shape! Sean smile.
--Windrous! What are Du doing upstairs? My mom says. Well. She is not really my mom. I was adopted Von her when I was three. I am fifteen now. The only thing I know about my past is a necklace. It has 6 simbles on it. Mom sagte I was wearing it when she adopted me. For some reason ,I never want to take it off.
--Windrous! What the hell are Du doing up there. Quickly! Du are going to be late for school. My mom shouts.
--I’m coming! I shout back. I quickly take my backpack and run downstairs I open the door and go to school.
--HIIIIIIIIIIII! WIRO! Do Du know that we are going to have a new student? Dylan asks.
--Really? Is it a boy oder a girl? I ask.
--A boy! A boy with glasses! I saw him in the office few Minuten ago! Dylan says. Dylan is always the first one who knows the news. Like Ms. Partbrige is having a baby, we are going to have a math test this Friday oder we are going to have a field trip. He is always the first one to know. The best part is that he never get it wrong.
--Guys! Go back to your seat! Miss. Jone says. Behind her is a boy with glasses. His blond hair is al most white. His eyes are yellowish green. He is really tall. I don’t know why? But he makes me feel uneasy.
--This is Sean Tanabe. Our new student. Miss. Jone says. Dylan gives me an I-told-you-I-am-right look. I give him back an I-never –say-you-are-wrong look.
--Sean! Du go sit behind Windrous. The boy with dark brown hair and wear a purple T-shirt. Miss. Jone says to Sean. Sean looks at me and smile. It is so creepy. I smile back even at I don’t want to.
--OK! Let’s begin our class. Miss. Jone says. I feel a pair of eyes stare at my back.
DING! Class is finally end. I rush out of classroom. Dylan follows me.
--What’s the matter, Wiro? Du look so off the whole class. He says
--The new student! I have a weird feeling about him! I tell Dylan.
--The new student? Dylan gives me a weird look.
--Never mind! I say. I don’t think he will understand.
--Whatever! Do Du want to play soccer? Dylan asks.
--Sure! Why not? I say.
--Windrous! Somebody call my name from behind. I turn back. Sean is running toward me.
--Can I go with Du guys? I don’t know anyone here. Sean says
--Of course Du can. Dylan smile.
--Sorry. Du are? Sean asks.
--My name is Dylan. I am Wiro’s friend. Dylan says.
--Wiro? Sean says
--Windrous’s nickname. Dylan says.
--Did Du play Fußball before? I don’t want to play with him. But if I say that, even Dylan will think I am mean.
-- Sometimes but I am not really good at it. Sean say. I have a feeling that he is not telling the truth. Shut-up! I tell myself. He is just a new student! There is nothing wrong with him! But there is a voice that tell me there is and it is not a small one!
--Wiro? Windrous? Dylan shouts.
--Huh? I don’t know that Dylan is shaking me the whole time.
-- What’s wrong with you? He asks. He looks worry.
-- Nothing! Just daydreaming. I say.
--Wiro! Are Du sick? Du are Schauspielen weird today! Do Du have a fever oder something? Dylan asks.
-- No! I am just… Just when I don’t know what to say. Sean changes his look. When I say change his look. I literally mean it.
Dylan and I look wildly at Sean .His hair turn orange. His eyes are still the same but his glasses disappear. He becomes much taller and older. He looks like a 18 year-old. I look around. Nobody is there. Only me, Dylan and Sean are left on the playground.
Dylan mouth the word what’s- going- on? I-have-no-idea I mouth back.
--Sorry! Guess I scare you! Sean smile.
-- Who are you? Dylan asks.
--I am Sean. Mind-son of Sulian God of shape! Sean smile.
He leads me
in the paths that are right
Du are my friend
I have courage,
for your help is there
Du are close beside me with comfort,
Du are guiding my way
Du make me welcome,
Pouring down honor
This joy fills me with gladness
Your goodness always is with me
Your loving kindness strengthens me always
as I go through life.
They are pouring down honor
For your achievements
It fills me with pride
At your success
Du are Mehr than deserving
Of such attention
I am so happy for Du
And am proud to know Du and call Du friend.
in the paths that are right
Du are my friend
I have courage,
for your help is there
Du are close beside me with comfort,
Du are guiding my way
Du make me welcome,
Pouring down honor
This joy fills me with gladness
Your goodness always is with me
Your loving kindness strengthens me always
as I go through life.
They are pouring down honor
For your achievements
It fills me with pride
At your success
Du are Mehr than deserving
Of such attention
I am so happy for Du
And am proud to know Du and call Du friend.
How men first learnt to invent words is unknown;in other words,the origin of language is a mystery.All we really know is that men,unlike animals,somehow invented certain sounds to express thoughts and feelings,actions and things so that they could communicate with each other;and that later they agreed to certain signs,called letters,which could be combined to represent those sounds,and which could be written down.These sounds,if spoken oder written in letters,are called words.
Great writers are those who not only have great thoughts but also express these thoughts in words that appeal powerfully to our minds and emotions.This charming and telling use of words is what we call literary prose.Above all,the real poet is a master of words.He can convey his meaning in words which sing like music,and which Von their position and association can break men to tears.We should,therefore,learn to choose our words carefully,or they will make our speech silly and vulgar.
Great writers are those who not only have great thoughts but also express these thoughts in words that appeal powerfully to our minds and emotions.This charming and telling use of words is what we call literary prose.Above all,the real poet is a master of words.He can convey his meaning in words which sing like music,and which Von their position and association can break men to tears.We should,therefore,learn to choose our words carefully,or they will make our speech silly and vulgar.