August 12
It's Sunday afternoon as Corey Louis stares straight up at his ceiling. What was the point of getting up if bạn had nothing better to do then to be bored hoặc die. It was a common thought he has been thinking since Friday evening when Blair didn't return any of his calls. She was probably too busy hanging out with the new girl, Chloe, then to be worried about him. He could just walk down the block to her house and demand why she wasn't answering his calls. That could probably upset her and there was always the possibility that she wasn't home. School was the only thing that gave his meaningless life a meaning. He wanted so badly to have a social life.
Once more, he stared at the phone book that lie right beside him. He could at least try. What was the harm? Then again his life could turn into a social con bướm, bướm if he did call. He decided against it. It was a tempting offer but asking Shea for fashion Lời khuyên wasn't something he was mentally of physically prepared for.
Eric Morrow's dirty blonde bangs got into his eyes once more. He did, what Shea liked to call, the Bieber Flip. It only momentarily got the hair out his eyes. It was long enough for him to see where he was going. It was the middle of the afternoon and he had promised his mom that he would greet the new neighbors once they got settled in. It has been officially a week since he first saw the moving van. He decided now was a good time before he forgot. With a platter, đĩa, plate of Sô cô la bánh quy, cookie and a warm smile, he knocked on the neighbor's wooden door. It would have been a nice thing to learn their names but it was too late to reflect on what could have been done.
A thin woman with blonde hair and blue eyes smiled at him. She was wearing an khăn, tạp dề that had paint stains on them. A girl's voice voice came ringing from the back. "Mom, who is at the door? Is it the pizza, bánh pizza man?" That voice, it sounded so familiar and yet he couldn't point it out.
"Hello, I am Eric and I live right bởi your house. I just wanted to come and welcome bạn to the neighborhood." He tried hiding his shyness but it was so hard hen he was so shy. She sensed it.
"Well, thank you. Tell your mom thanks for making bạn come and welcome us." Her humor twinkled in her blue eyes. "Do bạn want to come in?"
"Since I smell no pizza, I am guessing that is not the pizza, bánh pizza delivery man." Chloe Sanders appeared tiếp theo to her mom. Besides the hair and eye color they had the same bone structure. Her grin fell as soon as she saw Eric. "What are bạn doing here and how did bạn get my address?"
"Honey, be nice," warned her mom.
"I live right tiếp theo door," Eric explained. "I was just welcoming bạn to the neighborhood.
"Oh."
"Well, thanks again dear," đã đưa ý kiến the mom. She slowly closed the door as Erica left. Why was she everywhere?
Shea was one of the many girls who was there when Derek Tonkin's jet landed. She held up a sign with his name on it and her phone number. If only the guard weren't blocking him, maybe he could see her number and call her. She wanted so desperately for him to tình yêu her. She craved it. She would die for it. He just held up his hand and walked away into the limo. Some of the girls wanted to chase it but Shea knew it was pointless.
Her best friend, Terra Walters, was right beside her as they retreated from the parking lot. "Can bạn believe those guards? They were so rude."
"I know right," agreed Terra. She would have agreed with Shea regardless if it was true hoặc not. "They were so hogging him. There was no possible way we could see him."
"Humph, what do we do now?" Shea asked as she kicked around some rocks. Her attention was thêm on Derek and Erica. She wanted Derek to notice her but she also wanted Erica to stop chastising her every time she wanted to tease someone. It was her thing. Deep down in her, Shea knew she ridiculed others because it made her feel better about herself and her life. She only has her dad for support. Her mom moved away to Colorado without telling anyone. It was painful. Teasing was how she healed the pain. She knew it wasn't right but it made her feel better.
With a final step, they were at Shea's silver convertible. It was the only thing her mom gave her. She got it for her birthday last year. "We could invite Eric and his friend Jason over," suggested Terra. She was always looking for ways to chat with James Kingsley. He was captain of the baseball team.
"Yeah, that sounds like fun." Shea thought for a moment before saying anything else. "My dad should be working late tonight. So yeah, let's do it."
Blair Borgen was trying to study her passive and active verbs but her head wheeled back towards Eric. Was he really into Shea? Couldn't he see that Shea was an evil, twisted, manipulative, girl? In a way, she felt sorry for him. Not only does he have to deal with her, he has to deal with his new found popularity.
She could remember freshmen year. They were both sitting on the bleachers when Shea walked up to them. She was still confident and arrogant but she wasn't as cruel as she is now. He stared hard at Eric. He had thick glasses and his dirty blonde hair was then curly. His hair was a Công chúa tóc mây mess. Blair could still see some cuteness in him. "Loose the glasses and fix your hair and then maybe bạn could be worthy to be my boyfriend." Shea đã đưa ý kiến that and turned away off to the other side of the football field.
"Like I would ever loose my glasses," đã đưa ý kiến Erica. "They're my signature look." Eric was laid back then and not so high strung. He was chill about everything. He rarely cared about embarrassing things his mom said. In fact, he encouraged it. Now, he rejects anything his mom says, worries thêm about his appearance then his school grades, and is falsely in tình yêu with Shea Wainwright.
It's Sunday afternoon as Corey Louis stares straight up at his ceiling. What was the point of getting up if bạn had nothing better to do then to be bored hoặc die. It was a common thought he has been thinking since Friday evening when Blair didn't return any of his calls. She was probably too busy hanging out with the new girl, Chloe, then to be worried about him. He could just walk down the block to her house and demand why she wasn't answering his calls. That could probably upset her and there was always the possibility that she wasn't home. School was the only thing that gave his meaningless life a meaning. He wanted so badly to have a social life.
Once more, he stared at the phone book that lie right beside him. He could at least try. What was the harm? Then again his life could turn into a social con bướm, bướm if he did call. He decided against it. It was a tempting offer but asking Shea for fashion Lời khuyên wasn't something he was mentally of physically prepared for.
Eric Morrow's dirty blonde bangs got into his eyes once more. He did, what Shea liked to call, the Bieber Flip. It only momentarily got the hair out his eyes. It was long enough for him to see where he was going. It was the middle of the afternoon and he had promised his mom that he would greet the new neighbors once they got settled in. It has been officially a week since he first saw the moving van. He decided now was a good time before he forgot. With a platter, đĩa, plate of Sô cô la bánh quy, cookie and a warm smile, he knocked on the neighbor's wooden door. It would have been a nice thing to learn their names but it was too late to reflect on what could have been done.
A thin woman with blonde hair and blue eyes smiled at him. She was wearing an khăn, tạp dề that had paint stains on them. A girl's voice voice came ringing from the back. "Mom, who is at the door? Is it the pizza, bánh pizza man?" That voice, it sounded so familiar and yet he couldn't point it out.
"Hello, I am Eric and I live right bởi your house. I just wanted to come and welcome bạn to the neighborhood." He tried hiding his shyness but it was so hard hen he was so shy. She sensed it.
"Well, thank you. Tell your mom thanks for making bạn come and welcome us." Her humor twinkled in her blue eyes. "Do bạn want to come in?"
"Since I smell no pizza, I am guessing that is not the pizza, bánh pizza delivery man." Chloe Sanders appeared tiếp theo to her mom. Besides the hair and eye color they had the same bone structure. Her grin fell as soon as she saw Eric. "What are bạn doing here and how did bạn get my address?"
"Honey, be nice," warned her mom.
"I live right tiếp theo door," Eric explained. "I was just welcoming bạn to the neighborhood.
"Oh."
"Well, thanks again dear," đã đưa ý kiến the mom. She slowly closed the door as Erica left. Why was she everywhere?
Shea was one of the many girls who was there when Derek Tonkin's jet landed. She held up a sign with his name on it and her phone number. If only the guard weren't blocking him, maybe he could see her number and call her. She wanted so desperately for him to tình yêu her. She craved it. She would die for it. He just held up his hand and walked away into the limo. Some of the girls wanted to chase it but Shea knew it was pointless.
Her best friend, Terra Walters, was right beside her as they retreated from the parking lot. "Can bạn believe those guards? They were so rude."
"I know right," agreed Terra. She would have agreed with Shea regardless if it was true hoặc not. "They were so hogging him. There was no possible way we could see him."
"Humph, what do we do now?" Shea asked as she kicked around some rocks. Her attention was thêm on Derek and Erica. She wanted Derek to notice her but she also wanted Erica to stop chastising her every time she wanted to tease someone. It was her thing. Deep down in her, Shea knew she ridiculed others because it made her feel better about herself and her life. She only has her dad for support. Her mom moved away to Colorado without telling anyone. It was painful. Teasing was how she healed the pain. She knew it wasn't right but it made her feel better.
With a final step, they were at Shea's silver convertible. It was the only thing her mom gave her. She got it for her birthday last year. "We could invite Eric and his friend Jason over," suggested Terra. She was always looking for ways to chat with James Kingsley. He was captain of the baseball team.
"Yeah, that sounds like fun." Shea thought for a moment before saying anything else. "My dad should be working late tonight. So yeah, let's do it."
Blair Borgen was trying to study her passive and active verbs but her head wheeled back towards Eric. Was he really into Shea? Couldn't he see that Shea was an evil, twisted, manipulative, girl? In a way, she felt sorry for him. Not only does he have to deal with her, he has to deal with his new found popularity.
She could remember freshmen year. They were both sitting on the bleachers when Shea walked up to them. She was still confident and arrogant but she wasn't as cruel as she is now. He stared hard at Eric. He had thick glasses and his dirty blonde hair was then curly. His hair was a Công chúa tóc mây mess. Blair could still see some cuteness in him. "Loose the glasses and fix your hair and then maybe bạn could be worthy to be my boyfriend." Shea đã đưa ý kiến that and turned away off to the other side of the football field.
"Like I would ever loose my glasses," đã đưa ý kiến Erica. "They're my signature look." Eric was laid back then and not so high strung. He was chill about everything. He rarely cared about embarrassing things his mom said. In fact, he encouraged it. Now, he rejects anything his mom says, worries thêm about his appearance then his school grades, and is falsely in tình yêu with Shea Wainwright.
I'm cheerful on the outside yes, but under this huge hyperfilled, cheerful girl is a fragile antique.
On the outside some see me as normal hoặc energetic maybe the one táo, apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to hiển thị the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man tiếp theo to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
On the outside some see me as normal hoặc energetic maybe the one táo, apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to hiển thị the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man tiếp theo to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Let us hold hands in joy
Let us sit on the warm white sand
And let us watch the sun set tonight
We're gonna be a pair
We're gonna fly away
And let nobody go into our minds
Toni-i-ight
We're gonna slowly stand up
Listen to the waves
Roar and wash into the sand
And I'm gonna lean on you
Oh where were the times?
Where were the moments?
It seems like last year
When I kissed bạn and locked eyes
The sun's settin
But we're never gonna leave each other
Not if we stay together
Like ever...like forever
Watch the sun set
Watch the waves roll into each other
Oh my dear,
We're gonna never be separated
Sun sets,
Waves roll,
We're gonna sleep...
Side bởi side.
but now its over
and i am not going back
had my tim, trái tim broken
had my dreams blown away
it only took bạn a second
to rearrange my whole day
I use to know you
but now its over
and i see that now
bạn blew me away
far from here
and i couldnt make it back
but i bet bạn knew that
I use to know
someone like you
he was friendly
but i left him behind
in the rain
in the cold
where i couldnt see him
i hope you're different
it would help
if bạn werent exactly like him
nice to know you
but i must go
and protect my soul
how nice of bạn to stop by
but please go trang chủ now
I use to know you
but now im long gone
and it feels great'
to leave that burden behind
i wont see bạn again
i wont be there when bạn fall
just know that i
wont pick bạn up again