I fell faster and faster, tumbling through the air. I knew, from the agony of hitting the ground, of several ribs cracking, that this was real, thêm real than any experience I had ever had in my entire life, but I also knew, that once I had passed through this pain barrier, once I came back to consciousness, that the whole rest of my life, would seem thêm real than the trước đó one. Already it seemed like I had been seeing it through blurry eyes.
Gemma Conrad was walking down Grand Terrace when suddenly it began to start a decline, where there wasn’t meant to be one. She looked down at her feet and gasped in shock. She was standing in the middle of a huge dent in the pathway. She put down the bags she was holding and stared. It could simply have been some drunk hoons, but then again the dent was in an IMPOSSIBLE place and it was also too small. Someone on a scooter (god forbid) may have been run off the road and crashed into the pavement, but again there was the thing of the location, and anyway she would have seen it on the news. Gemma stood there for a while staring at her feet. A crowd of curious onlookers had begun to form and there were whispers spreading around it. Suddenly she shook her head and looked up. She nearly jumped with surprise to see her best friend, Zach, standing infront of her.
“So, have bạn developed an interest in looking at the ground nowadays?”
Gemma laughed. “Oh yeah,” She said, hugging him, “Best thing ever!”
Zach picked up one of her shopping bags and beckoned for her to follow him. She snatched up the other and fell into step beside him.
“So what’s been happening with bạn lately?” She asked. They hadn’t seen each other since the last ngày of school, when they had đã đưa ý kiến goodbye and he had gone on holiday. “I mean, aside from going to Geneva for the summer.”
Zach laughed. “Not much really. While we were there, mum and dad mostly just worked and I was stuck staying with my grandmother, which wasn’t to bad, but, well, you’ve met her.”
Gemma Conrad was walking down Grand Terrace when suddenly it began to start a decline, where there wasn’t meant to be one. She looked down at her feet and gasped in shock. She was standing in the middle of a huge dent in the pathway. She put down the bags she was holding and stared. It could simply have been some drunk hoons, but then again the dent was in an IMPOSSIBLE place and it was also too small. Someone on a scooter (god forbid) may have been run off the road and crashed into the pavement, but again there was the thing of the location, and anyway she would have seen it on the news. Gemma stood there for a while staring at her feet. A crowd of curious onlookers had begun to form and there were whispers spreading around it. Suddenly she shook her head and looked up. She nearly jumped with surprise to see her best friend, Zach, standing infront of her.
“So, have bạn developed an interest in looking at the ground nowadays?”
Gemma laughed. “Oh yeah,” She said, hugging him, “Best thing ever!”
Zach picked up one of her shopping bags and beckoned for her to follow him. She snatched up the other and fell into step beside him.
“So what’s been happening with bạn lately?” She asked. They hadn’t seen each other since the last ngày of school, when they had đã đưa ý kiến goodbye and he had gone on holiday. “I mean, aside from going to Geneva for the summer.”
Zach laughed. “Not much really. While we were there, mum and dad mostly just worked and I was stuck staying with my grandmother, which wasn’t to bad, but, well, you’ve met her.”
~ Chapter 1: Dreams
Love. Unconditional and pure tình yêu was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from ngày to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But tình yêu was still there, although destroyed bởi many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and tim, trái tim full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be sữa and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
tình yêu was still there, that pure tình yêu that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of tình yêu was still burning...
Love. Unconditional and pure tình yêu was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from ngày to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But tình yêu was still there, although destroyed bởi many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and tim, trái tim full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be sữa and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
tình yêu was still there, that pure tình yêu that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of tình yêu was still burning...
Texas Rancho Viejo 1942
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He đã đưa ý kiến kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think bạn will"
I đã đưa ý kiến sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas bạn cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He đã đưa ý kiến kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think bạn will"
I đã đưa ý kiến sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas bạn cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Always running
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
Dusty Streets
A blazing sun,
thực phẩm and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)
A blazing sun,
thực phẩm and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)
I have a secret: I'm afraid. I'm terribly afraid that I AM GOING TO DIE. I didn't ask for leukemia. Nor did I expect it. Especially not chronic myelogenous leukemia. Especially when chronic myelogenous leukemia tends to affect the OLDER males, and I'm only what, 14?
But do bạn know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
But do bạn know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.