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.
Prologue Look at the world, yeah go on and look at it. Now tell me, What do Du see? Home? Life? Secrets? Death? Anything? Well most people always see it differently. But they never see what’s right in front of them.
When Du look at the world Du always see the small things. Du never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised Von ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… oder never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but Du ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
When Du look at the world Du always see the small things. Du never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised Von ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… oder never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but Du ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
Okay this fits to be Artikel worthy. I have this budding idea for a story about a girl named Skye(real named skylar) who discovers that she and her two Friends are Sirens ( a different kind than Du think). They all have ibdividual powers like Skye can use other peoples power, Hazelle and Gabriel,s powers are conjuring feuer and Hazelle can shapeshift objects. Their parents were Friends and there dads, and hazelle and gabriel have one parent while skye has none, she lives with her aunt and she has this Lost sister who thinks she is a Siren but is their kinds' enemy. Meanwhile Hazelle and Gabriel are dating but skye and him are close because their moms were Friends and wjen her parents died she lived with them for a while as kids. So eventually they like each other. This story is confusing and jeeds work but its what i have. Tell me should i tweek it oder leave it alone. Also give me insight into what to do to fix it. Thanks.
Falling...
Sometimes she’s down Von the river
oder other times Von her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever Von her side
She’s avoided Von everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…
Sometimes she’s down Von the river
oder other times Von her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever Von her side
She’s avoided Von everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…