After the lesson about the Cold War, the glocke rings at 9:11 a.m. I grab my tan book bag and put it over my head and the bag lands near my waist. "Wow. She's got a nice outfit. Where did she get it? A thrift store?" I hear Raquelle gossiping about me. I growl under my breath. "Don't worry about her, Bree. She's just jealous. I like your outfit." says my friend, Josh. "Thanks, Josh." We walk out the door together. Everything's fine until I hear people spreading rumors. "Bree Komor is dating Josh Matthews. "I heard they started dating a Jahr ago!" "No way!" Ugh. They're making fools of themselves. I absolutely hate gossip! As I run towards my locker {Locker #: 255}, I see my older brother, Dustin stop by. "Dustin? What's he doing here? He's supposed to be at the High School a couple blocks away. I close my locker shut with a loud, CRASH. As I run over to my 17-year-old sibling, he notices me. "Bree? What are Du doing here?" "Shouldn't I be asking Du that?" I make a point. "Right. Mom sagte Du had a conference today, but she couldn't make it because Aydan had a bloody nose at school. So," Dustin shrugs. "Here I am." The glocke rings in the middle of our 'exciting' conversation. "Oh! I have to go! I'm late." I run holding my: textbook, notebook, pencil, planner and homework in my hands for LAX. When I open the door, everyone stares at me like I'm some celebrity. "Ms.Komor. Du are late." says my so called, "nice" teacher, Mrs.Larson. "I'm so sorry. I can explain!" I say as I sit down in my sitz Weiter to my friend, Steven. "Today, class, our homework will be due. No 'and, or, ifs oder buts'. I want an explanation if it is not here. Thank Du very much." When she's done talking, I reach into my colorful accordion folder for my homework from last night. It's not here. "It's not here." I say. "What? What are Du talking about? Larson is going to flip if she finds out." Gee, thanks for helping me, Steven. "Mrs.Larson, for some reason I can't find my homewo-" The door opening interrupts me. "'Scuse me? Bree? I have your homework. Du dropped it when Du were talking to me in the hall." says my brother, Dustin. "Thanks." I swipe the papers out of his hands and give them to Mrs.Larson. "Thank you." I mouth to Dustin. "Welcome." he mouths back.
Liebe Du forever is about a girl who lives in a town, and has a few friends, she is every teachers "Perfect Student". A new boy and his sister Bewegen to town, and they fall in love. her father doesnt approve of the boy. the girl and boy plan to run away 2gether with his sister and her boyfriend. but her father makes her Bewegen towns. she is forced 2 go 2 a all girls school, she is Lost and alone, so she turns 2 suicide. the boy and his sister find her and they take her out of school and run away 2gether and promise to Liebe each other forever. but her father finds out and shoots the boy, the girl is in pain and so is his sister so they run away from their lives and live new ones, under false identities, until her father finds her and kills both of them. (btw the father is crazy)
ok so now i need ur opinions. is it 2 borin, oder does it have a chance...
please tell me your true opinions.
ok so now i need ur opinions. is it 2 borin, oder does it have a chance...
please tell me your true opinions.
im so sick.
im sick of everything about you.
i hate what Du say,
what Du do,
everything.
it sets off some spark,
that just angers me inside and out.
im so sick.
im sick of your laugh,
your smile,
your eyes,
everything.
i hate how Du talk to me,
how Du treat me,
what Du think of me as.
im not your toy,
im not your anything.
i dont belong to you,
im not a possession.
im just me.
and im so sick.
sick of everything in this godforsaken world.
especially you.
and i dont want to be something
that hates and is sick
of everything.
im just sick of you.
and honestly...
i dont want to be with you
anymore.
im so sick.
im sick of everything about you.
i hate what Du say,
what Du do,
everything.
it sets off some spark,
that just angers me inside and out.
im so sick.
im sick of your laugh,
your smile,
your eyes,
everything.
i hate how Du talk to me,
how Du treat me,
what Du think of me as.
im not your toy,
im not your anything.
i dont belong to you,
im not a possession.
im just me.
and im so sick.
sick of everything in this godforsaken world.
especially you.
and i dont want to be something
that hates and is sick
of everything.
im just sick of you.
and honestly...
i dont want to be with you
anymore.
im so sick.
i cant take any more
of these drugs.
the poison,
attacking at my veins,
feuer spreading through,
cant breathe.
but i need these,
and i must feel this
in order to get better.
no matter what it takes,
i have to get over you.
and even if this is
the most irrational way
to get over you,
i still intend on doing this.
i dont care how many needles
i must pierce through my arms,
how many seizures i must suffer through,
whatever it takes.
im going to do my best
to forget Du even exist.
i dont care how much cocaine i snuff,
how many pills i take,
how many cuts
slice through my skin,
oder even if i end up
killing myself in the process.
i would be so lucky.
so,whatever it takes
to get over you
is the extreme
im going to have to
accomplish.
i dont care if i live,
i dont care if i die,
i dont care if all of this
is even real oder not.
im just going to do
whatever it takes
to get Du out of my mind.
even if i die...
of these drugs.
the poison,
attacking at my veins,
feuer spreading through,
cant breathe.
but i need these,
and i must feel this
in order to get better.
no matter what it takes,
i have to get over you.
and even if this is
the most irrational way
to get over you,
i still intend on doing this.
i dont care how many needles
i must pierce through my arms,
how many seizures i must suffer through,
whatever it takes.
im going to do my best
to forget Du even exist.
i dont care how much cocaine i snuff,
how many pills i take,
how many cuts
slice through my skin,
oder even if i end up
killing myself in the process.
i would be so lucky.
so,whatever it takes
to get over you
is the extreme
im going to have to
accomplish.
i dont care if i live,
i dont care if i die,
i dont care if all of this
is even real oder not.
im just going to do
whatever it takes
to get Du out of my mind.
even if i die...
Once upon a time There was a girl named Abby. She loved to talk. Her teachers eventually stopped calling on her.
One day, she talked during a feuer while a kid in her class was telling her teacher where the 17 other children were.
The teacher couldn't here her, and the Suchen for the children lasted twelve hours. During that time, a gang stahl, stola five computers, three cars, seventeen dogs, and blackmailed the mayor into giving them seven grand.
Abby was expelled from the school.
When she told her parents, they imediately looked for a school for her to go to.
But the only school that gave her acceptence was the class in the juvinille deliquent center.
So she was Home schooled.
But she caused her parents so much trouble that in a week they Lost their all hair and were standing on the thin line between sanity and the nut house.
So they duct-taped her mouth shut.
THE END
One day, she talked during a feuer while a kid in her class was telling her teacher where the 17 other children were.
The teacher couldn't here her, and the Suchen for the children lasted twelve hours. During that time, a gang stahl, stola five computers, three cars, seventeen dogs, and blackmailed the mayor into giving them seven grand.
Abby was expelled from the school.
When she told her parents, they imediately looked for a school for her to go to.
But the only school that gave her acceptence was the class in the juvinille deliquent center.
So she was Home schooled.
But she caused her parents so much trouble that in a week they Lost their all hair and were standing on the thin line between sanity and the nut house.
So they duct-taped her mouth shut.
THE END
As I grow to think about it Mehr and more, and understand it Mehr and more, I see that, as the saying goes, life is like a game of chess. But I have made my own saying up, which seems Mehr true to me. Life is like a venture into the unknown. Du never know what might await Du next, Mehr dangers, oder even happy successes. But one thing is for certain, Du cannot always be happy, oder always be depressed. Life is like a mountain. Du climb it, face all the challenges life brings you. Du dump and break up, Du win and make up. Things happen. Du can't control it most of the time. So never blame yourself for bad things that happened to Du in life. Life gets confusing a lot. But I still strive to reach my goals. Without goals, I would be like a broken-winged bird that could not fly. I would be aimless. I would not become better, build my character. Life is like a venture into the unknown, and I believe that to be true. So true.
I know I asked for too much before
I know I deserved for Du to walk out the door
But Du didn’t need to give it away
I promise Du I’ll give it a try
Du don’t have to buy my love
Du don’t need to give so much
I know I asked for a lot, never seemed satisfied
The word want makes me needy
Cause Du don’t have to buy my love
Wants have become a trigger
I’ll put your white string around my finger
Shouldn’t have asked
I never should’ve asked
Du shouldn’t be buying love,
Don’t give it all away to me
I hope Du finally see
That wanting from Du makes me feel
Du shouldn’t buy my love
I know I deserved for Du to walk out the door
But Du didn’t need to give it away
I promise Du I’ll give it a try
Du don’t have to buy my love
Du don’t need to give so much
I know I asked for a lot, never seemed satisfied
The word want makes me needy
Cause Du don’t have to buy my love
Wants have become a trigger
I’ll put your white string around my finger
Shouldn’t have asked
I never should’ve asked
Du shouldn’t be buying love,
Don’t give it all away to me
I hope Du finally see
That wanting from Du makes me feel
Du shouldn’t buy my love