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For ~SAMSXCSElena was so upset and don't want that somebody see her.
She was in the park and crying.
Victor is was near ( )
"What are you crying?" He came to her closer.
"Leave me alone..." She don't look at him.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked.
"And what can happens with me?! After that date..." She was angry.
"Well, don't be angry..." He said.
"Ah, I'm confusing in my feels... I can't be angry on you or hate you... Can't forget you." Her face was hide.
"Me too... But you must be careful... Think not only about yourself and about your parents, they must be so worry about you." Victor touched her face
"My mother is angry at me..."
"Ah... She loves you. Don't be angry..."
"Take care about yourself. And maybe we're shouldn't meet each other... Sorry. Bye." He kissed her forehead.
"Bye." She was blushing.
He is gone
Important thingsOnce I am sitting on lesson... Teacher said that my town is bad, dirty...
Yeah I am know it, but and have good places, peaceful and clear.
Well, for example, near my house have lovely forest.
Well, I am mean I'm love my home, house, family, friends.
And what country or city can be the most beautiful. Well, I am think that country
all is beautiful. Can only knows good place.
Well, she was wrong when she told that her home better... Hmmm...
Well I want to say that all countries is great I guess
I belong here part 3 In town was a lot of people...
Ada was with David.
They talk about something...
"Well, this Is good but not so..." David said.
"Heh, don't know. Better rise..." She said.
"Fighting not so always is needs." He said.
"Really? Actually all is knows only that to fight... Not just talk..." She said.
"Okey, if you want to start a revolution, we're must find our army, team... And etc... Well, we're must find people that think the same as you. That don't like this villain..." David said.
"Okey." She said.
Ada was walking.
She notice a girl.
"Who are you?" That girl asked.
"All calls me a monster... But I am just a girl..." She said.
"Hmm, it's unfair and stupid... I am Sarah." She said.
"My name is Ada." She smiled.
"Well, what you wanted?" She asked.
"Well, I am need help with something... You want to join?" Ada asked.
"Okey, but now I am can't. See you later." She go away
"Ok." Ada go away too.
She come back to David,
"Listen, you really think that I am not a
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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