Okay I'm here in my room, a pencil in my hand Schreiben about an extraordinary term I've had.
He walked me home, his arm over my shoulder and when we got to my door...
"Hey dork are Du coming oder not?" I turned around to see my 9 Jahr old brother Liam in my doorway.
"I'm nearly finished. Wait" I sagte as I turned back to my notebook.
"Hey! I wait for Du to try on your clothes at the mall. Du try out like a bisillion (that's not a number) clothes and every time Du look in the mirror your like
Does this dress make me look fat?" he sagte in a little girl voice. "Well b!tch it does!"
"WHAT DID Du JUST SAY?!" I yelled as I threw my kissen at him. Then another boy came out from behind him and said
"He sagte your fat. Are Du def oder something?" they looked at me with their evil grins.
Yep. I grew up with evil twin devils.
I jumped off my bed, grabbed my bag and put it on my back and...
Chased them.
Every morning, the same routine. They barged out of the door with me on their tail. Spot (our dog) decided to tag along and chased me.
We ran all the way to school. We stopped in front of Bayside primary and catched our breaths.
"I'm *huff* telling *huff* mom what *huff* Du sagte earlier *cough cough*!"
"Like she'll believe you, you" I spotted Mr Price coming our way. I shoved my hand over Liam's mouth and pushed him behind me.
"Mr Price! Back from your holiday huh?"
"Well yes and I see that your brothers have been driving Du crazy?" he looked right into my eyes and I had to confess.
"Yes..." he reached out and rubbed my shoulder.
"That remembers me about a story I've had with my two sisters..."
"Okay heard that!" I choked out as fast as I could. "Lets go Liam and Leo" I pulled the twins into their school, sagte a quick goodbye and headed across the road to Bayside Highschool.
Sorry I didn't introduce myself! I'm Amy Phillips. 14 years old (well soon) and a big Fan of Young Justice. I just drool about them all Tag long. I draw Fan art and to be honest I'm pretty good. While most fangirls on Fanpop love Nightwing, I guess I'm different cause I love...Wally!
I can just talk about him all day! Oh and about the "Extraordinary term I've had" it wasn't real. The truth is term 4 just started. Graduation for some and another Jahr for others. Every Jahr we have a prom and this time I'm trying to get a date. I usually hang with my Friends but this time, I'm going all out to find the boy of my dreams. But if Du think about it, my dream boy is Wally. Now its impossible to find a boy just like Wally. Who looks like him, hes fast, funny, a flirt. But I try not to get my hopes down.
The glocke rings and I sit at my tabelle I've had all year. Then someone throws a paper at me from behind.
Artemis.
Its weird huh? Shes not a double agent, who fakes her death. Shes a big slut always at the top. Head cheerleader and has gone out with nearly all the boys in the school. She bullies me a lot and teases me on how I draw Wally. I hate it!
And shes a natural blonde too! Her wavy hair, blue eyes and sexy body are her star, sterne looks. The boys say shes the sexiest girl in the school. I have soft brown straight hair, green eyes and a pretty good body. But the rumors just bring me down.
Math. I hate math. Our teacher is usually drunk every Monday because of the weekend bar he goes to. So I get out my notebook and start drawing Wally. This time shirtless. I decided to give him an eight pack to see what he looked like. The teacher was introducing the new kid in our class. I bet hes a real moron. So I continued drawing. His hair wet after surfing at the beach. His hands in his lightning shorts with a strand background with the sun setting. I started to write Wally X Amy in curly writing. The new kid started to walk to the sitz beside me when he stopped to look at my drawing.
"What are Du looking at newbie?" I sagte sternly as I started the red Liebe herz around the words. "Can't a girl get a little privacy?" he put his hand on my tabelle leaned closer to my ear and said.
"I didn't know I had an eight pack?" my pencil broke. I recognized that voice. I looked up to his face. Red hair, red over hemd, shirt over a white shirt, denim jeans. Could it be?
Am I staring at my dream boy, Wally West?
He walked me home, his arm over my shoulder and when we got to my door...
"Hey dork are Du coming oder not?" I turned around to see my 9 Jahr old brother Liam in my doorway.
"I'm nearly finished. Wait" I sagte as I turned back to my notebook.
"Hey! I wait for Du to try on your clothes at the mall. Du try out like a bisillion (that's not a number) clothes and every time Du look in the mirror your like
Does this dress make me look fat?" he sagte in a little girl voice. "Well b!tch it does!"
"WHAT DID Du JUST SAY?!" I yelled as I threw my kissen at him. Then another boy came out from behind him and said
"He sagte your fat. Are Du def oder something?" they looked at me with their evil grins.
Yep. I grew up with evil twin devils.
I jumped off my bed, grabbed my bag and put it on my back and...
Chased them.
Every morning, the same routine. They barged out of the door with me on their tail. Spot (our dog) decided to tag along and chased me.
We ran all the way to school. We stopped in front of Bayside primary and catched our breaths.
"I'm *huff* telling *huff* mom what *huff* Du sagte earlier *cough cough*!"
"Like she'll believe you, you" I spotted Mr Price coming our way. I shoved my hand over Liam's mouth and pushed him behind me.
"Mr Price! Back from your holiday huh?"
"Well yes and I see that your brothers have been driving Du crazy?" he looked right into my eyes and I had to confess.
"Yes..." he reached out and rubbed my shoulder.
"That remembers me about a story I've had with my two sisters..."
"Okay heard that!" I choked out as fast as I could. "Lets go Liam and Leo" I pulled the twins into their school, sagte a quick goodbye and headed across the road to Bayside Highschool.
Sorry I didn't introduce myself! I'm Amy Phillips. 14 years old (well soon) and a big Fan of Young Justice. I just drool about them all Tag long. I draw Fan art and to be honest I'm pretty good. While most fangirls on Fanpop love Nightwing, I guess I'm different cause I love...Wally!
I can just talk about him all day! Oh and about the "Extraordinary term I've had" it wasn't real. The truth is term 4 just started. Graduation for some and another Jahr for others. Every Jahr we have a prom and this time I'm trying to get a date. I usually hang with my Friends but this time, I'm going all out to find the boy of my dreams. But if Du think about it, my dream boy is Wally. Now its impossible to find a boy just like Wally. Who looks like him, hes fast, funny, a flirt. But I try not to get my hopes down.
The glocke rings and I sit at my tabelle I've had all year. Then someone throws a paper at me from behind.
Artemis.
Its weird huh? Shes not a double agent, who fakes her death. Shes a big slut always at the top. Head cheerleader and has gone out with nearly all the boys in the school. She bullies me a lot and teases me on how I draw Wally. I hate it!
And shes a natural blonde too! Her wavy hair, blue eyes and sexy body are her star, sterne looks. The boys say shes the sexiest girl in the school. I have soft brown straight hair, green eyes and a pretty good body. But the rumors just bring me down.
Math. I hate math. Our teacher is usually drunk every Monday because of the weekend bar he goes to. So I get out my notebook and start drawing Wally. This time shirtless. I decided to give him an eight pack to see what he looked like. The teacher was introducing the new kid in our class. I bet hes a real moron. So I continued drawing. His hair wet after surfing at the beach. His hands in his lightning shorts with a strand background with the sun setting. I started to write Wally X Amy in curly writing. The new kid started to walk to the sitz beside me when he stopped to look at my drawing.
"What are Du looking at newbie?" I sagte sternly as I started the red Liebe herz around the words. "Can't a girl get a little privacy?" he put his hand on my tabelle leaned closer to my ear and said.
"I didn't know I had an eight pack?" my pencil broke. I recognized that voice. I looked up to his face. Red hair, red over hemd, shirt over a white shirt, denim jeans. Could it be?
Am I staring at my dream boy, Wally West?
blade
I watch Du stand,
Du enjoy,
Du spinn my head,
I know your name, Roy.
Du cant hide,
I will find you,
A guy like you, should wear a warning.
I can see Du now,
I can see Du there,
Watching me,
But maybe, i dont care.
Your red hair,
Your eyes i can watch,
Du Liebe me,
Kick it up a notch?
Babe Du cant have me,
I like to play hard to get,
Du cant catch me,
I'll take my chance, its a bet.
I slip through Du fingers everytime,
I KISS your lips,
I run through your hair,
With my finger tips.
And as my tohuge touched you,
I stood on the ledge, and fell back,
Du try to catch,
But i slipp through.
Your face is stone cold,
But i know your mourning,
A guy like you,
Should wear a warning.
Du enjoy,
Du spinn my head,
I know your name, Roy.
Du cant hide,
I will find you,
A guy like you, should wear a warning.
I can see Du now,
I can see Du there,
Watching me,
But maybe, i dont care.
Your red hair,
Your eyes i can watch,
Du Liebe me,
Kick it up a notch?
Babe Du cant have me,
I like to play hard to get,
Du cant catch me,
I'll take my chance, its a bet.
I slip through Du fingers everytime,
I KISS your lips,
I run through your hair,
With my finger tips.
And as my tohuge touched you,
I stood on the ledge, and fell back,
Du try to catch,
But i slipp through.
Your face is stone cold,
But i know your mourning,
A guy like you,
Should wear a warning.
I'm standing, i'm hiding,
Du can't see me, invisible,
But i'm fighting.
I'm fighting on the inside,
I'm fighting with my heart,
Du see me, whole,
But I know,
I'm falling, falling,
Apart.
Memories are going,
We are fighting, on the rooftop,
Close to falling, way up high,
Our silhouettes, shadows for,
The night sky.
You're tired, as am I
But one must win,
We won't give up,
Fighting, in pain, I
must end,
Now cry.
You've won, that's fine,
But Du take pity, forget the fight,
Du helped me, Du saved me,
Gave me my light.
Du can't see me, invisible,
But i'm fighting.
I'm fighting on the inside,
I'm fighting with my heart,
Du see me, whole,
But I know,
I'm falling, falling,
Apart.
Memories are going,
We are fighting, on the rooftop,
Close to falling, way up high,
Our silhouettes, shadows for,
The night sky.
You're tired, as am I
But one must win,
We won't give up,
Fighting, in pain, I
must end,
Now cry.
You've won, that's fine,
But Du take pity, forget the fight,
Du helped me, Du saved me,
Gave me my light.
OK so I finally finished my story for Young Justice! it's called Birds Of A Feather and if Du haven't seen my Artikel for it already before I wrote it check out my page and it will be under Favoriten so everyone can find it!
I believe I wrote this story in one night and half a Tag and it is long and well written (in my opinion) please check it out! It is on my quizilla account LunariAssain 1 but here is the link to the story!
link
Thank Du and have a nice day!
I believe I wrote this story in one night and half a Tag and it is long and well written (in my opinion) please check it out! It is on my quizilla account LunariAssain 1 but here is the link to the story!
link
Thank Du and have a nice day!
Becca
