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“Right class.”-he looked at his watch- “I‘m late.”
Mr Bammer closed the classroom door, and started pacing phía trước, chuyển tiếp and backwards. “Right, em. sách out. Now we were looking at poems’ about life, and for your homework I asked if bạn could write your own, so can bạn bring out your homework please.”
Everyone brought out their homework. I forgot mine.
“You didn’t do bạn homework?.” Sarah whispered surprised.
“Forgot to bring it,” I replied.
“You totally gonna get a shouting from Mr Bumster.” that was our nick name for Mr Bammer.
“What ever Sarah,” I tried to sound like I didn’t care.
Sarah giggled.
“Something, funny Miss Clarke?” Mr Bammer asked.
Sarah cleared her throat. “Emm, no sir.”
“Busted” Mark, whispered over, to Sarah.
“Shut up, Mark.” Sarah shouted. The whole class laughed, when Erik laughed my tim, trái tim was filled with happiness. Ew, I’m going all soft. I thought to myself.
“Get up her now, Sarah.” Mr Bammer, was the only one, who didn’t, laugh. I could see Mark and Erik, high fifing, each other. Sarah gave them a dirty look and walked up to the front of the classroom.
“That desk, there.” Mr Bammer pointed to the spare chair. “Right, class. Erik, Go ahead, and read your poem, boy.”
“Never knowing whether bạn were true, took my tim, trái tim away from you.
Wishing there was some way, that bạn could see, That my tim, trái tim is so lonely.”
Every word of every line. Erik looked at me. Saying them like he meant it. I couldn’t understand the feeling that washed through me, when he smiled, hoặc when his eyes sparkled, when they say me.
Don’t trust the one that dazzles you, his power is too lure bạn in.
I’ve been hearing that same voice for the past three weeks, and I don’t know whether I’m going crazy hoặc whether there is someone talking to me. I focused on Erik’s blue eyes.
“Never knowing whether bạn were real, took my mind away from your seal.
Wishing there was some way, that bạn could see, that I do adore you,”
Just then, the worst thing happened. Mr Bammer and all my classmates. Dropped. Literally, they just dropped dead. Okay they weren’t technically dead, because they were still breathing, but still. Erik was staring at me, a huge smile was on his gorgeous face. My stomach started making noises, and my head started spinning.
“Mel.” Erik got of his ghế, chỗ ngồi and walked over to where I was. “Lets go.”
“What … how … where … Erik?” I mumbled. Confused.
“Shh, don’t worry. Your going to be okay.” he set his hot lips on mine and he held my face in his hands. He was kissing me for about a couple of minutes, He let me go so I could breath. We sat their our breaths uneven. Shock washed through me.
“What? What are bạn doing?” I shrieked, pushing away from him.
He smirked and came closer to me. “You’re the one, the one I have been waiting for.”
I saw Erik put a piece of paper on my desk. It looked exactly like my hand writing.
Dear mom and dad. I am going away, for good. life here isnt good for me, i tình yêu you.bye.
From Melanie Meyer.
What? but I never wrote that. I looked up at Erik to ask what he was doing.
Before I could do hoặc say anything. I was gone, unconscious.
Chapter 1 to be continued...
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“Right class.”-he looked at his watch- “I‘m late.”
Mr Bammer closed the classroom door, and started pacing phía trước, chuyển tiếp and backwards. “Right, em. sách out. Now we were looking at poems’ about life, and for your homework I asked if bạn could write your own, so can bạn bring out your homework please.”
Everyone brought out their homework. I forgot mine.
“You didn’t do bạn homework?.” Sarah whispered surprised.
“Forgot to bring it,” I replied.
“You totally gonna get a shouting from Mr Bumster.” that was our nick name for Mr Bammer.
“What ever Sarah,” I tried to sound like I didn’t care.
Sarah giggled.
“Something, funny Miss Clarke?” Mr Bammer asked.
Sarah cleared her throat. “Emm, no sir.”
“Busted” Mark, whispered over, to Sarah.
“Shut up, Mark.” Sarah shouted. The whole class laughed, when Erik laughed my tim, trái tim was filled with happiness. Ew, I’m going all soft. I thought to myself.
“Get up her now, Sarah.” Mr Bammer, was the only one, who didn’t, laugh. I could see Mark and Erik, high fifing, each other. Sarah gave them a dirty look and walked up to the front of the classroom.
“That desk, there.” Mr Bammer pointed to the spare chair. “Right, class. Erik, Go ahead, and read your poem, boy.”
“Never knowing whether bạn were true, took my tim, trái tim away from you.
Wishing there was some way, that bạn could see, That my tim, trái tim is so lonely.”
Every word of every line. Erik looked at me. Saying them like he meant it. I couldn’t understand the feeling that washed through me, when he smiled, hoặc when his eyes sparkled, when they say me.
Don’t trust the one that dazzles you, his power is too lure bạn in.
I’ve been hearing that same voice for the past three weeks, and I don’t know whether I’m going crazy hoặc whether there is someone talking to me. I focused on Erik’s blue eyes.
“Never knowing whether bạn were real, took my mind away from your seal.
Wishing there was some way, that bạn could see, that I do adore you,”
Just then, the worst thing happened. Mr Bammer and all my classmates. Dropped. Literally, they just dropped dead. Okay they weren’t technically dead, because they were still breathing, but still. Erik was staring at me, a huge smile was on his gorgeous face. My stomach started making noises, and my head started spinning.
“Mel.” Erik got of his ghế, chỗ ngồi and walked over to where I was. “Lets go.”
“What … how … where … Erik?” I mumbled. Confused.
“Shh, don’t worry. Your going to be okay.” he set his hot lips on mine and he held my face in his hands. He was kissing me for about a couple of minutes, He let me go so I could breath. We sat their our breaths uneven. Shock washed through me.
“What? What are bạn doing?” I shrieked, pushing away from him.
He smirked and came closer to me. “You’re the one, the one I have been waiting for.”
I saw Erik put a piece of paper on my desk. It looked exactly like my hand writing.
Dear mom and dad. I am going away, for good. life here isnt good for me, i tình yêu you.bye.
From Melanie Meyer.
What? but I never wrote that. I looked up at Erik to ask what he was doing.
Before I could do hoặc say anything. I was gone, unconscious.
Chapter 1 to be continued...
Hey,
Sorry i haven't wrote in a while it's just that i think people dont like my stories and i dont want to write things for no reason.
I just think it's better this way and i might start again but dont count on it. i know bạn guys are gonna be mad but i dont think that i'm gonna write anymore cause i'm not any good:(
Sorry again!!
If bạn want bạn can give me ideas that bạn have and ill make a story for bạn but thats 'bout the only way that i'll be nghề viết văn stories.
Sorry,
Bella_Cullen902
Sorry i haven't wrote in a while it's just that i think people dont like my stories and i dont want to write things for no reason.
I just think it's better this way and i might start again but dont count on it. i know bạn guys are gonna be mad but i dont think that i'm gonna write anymore cause i'm not any good:(
Sorry again!!
If bạn want bạn can give me ideas that bạn have and ill make a story for bạn but thats 'bout the only way that i'll be nghề viết văn stories.
Sorry,
Bella_Cullen902