Sorry It took so long. Uh I was finishing my other story. I feel like this story would be successful. This part is short but I promise tiếp theo chapter will be long
As I panted I got onto the bus. It was my first time since I was always late for the bus and my mom always had to take me. I looked around for an empty seat. I found one in the back tiếp theo to a boy.
The boy had dark blond hair with green eyes. He was a bit tan and had a few pimples on his face.
I sighed and walked down to him and sat tiếp theo to him. I felt him scoot closer to the window until he was basically kissing it.
The bus inched phía trước, chuyển tiếp and slowly traveled down the crowded streets of New York City. We headed over a pot hole and the bus bounced up.
I gasped and grabbed the boy's leg. I always hated bouncing. It scared me all my life.
I realized my mistake and I took off my hand off his leg. I glanced at him. He looked very shocked like I couldn't do that. He was red and pale at the same time. I felt his pulse quicken.
"Oh crap I'm sorry," I apologized looking down.
"It's okay," his voiced cracked.
I looked up at him and he looked like he was in pain. "Are bạn alright?" I asked inching my hand towards him
He looked at me quickly stopping me "I'm fine!" his voice cracked
The bus stopped dead and I passed him and saw we were at school. Everybody on the bus looked at us and laughed.
The boy seemed flustered and rushed off the bus. His face red. He ran towards the cafeteria.
I just sat there in silence in shock. Did I hurt him hoặc something?
As I panted I got onto the bus. It was my first time since I was always late for the bus and my mom always had to take me. I looked around for an empty seat. I found one in the back tiếp theo to a boy.
The boy had dark blond hair with green eyes. He was a bit tan and had a few pimples on his face.
I sighed and walked down to him and sat tiếp theo to him. I felt him scoot closer to the window until he was basically kissing it.
The bus inched phía trước, chuyển tiếp and slowly traveled down the crowded streets of New York City. We headed over a pot hole and the bus bounced up.
I gasped and grabbed the boy's leg. I always hated bouncing. It scared me all my life.
I realized my mistake and I took off my hand off his leg. I glanced at him. He looked very shocked like I couldn't do that. He was red and pale at the same time. I felt his pulse quicken.
"Oh crap I'm sorry," I apologized looking down.
"It's okay," his voiced cracked.
I looked up at him and he looked like he was in pain. "Are bạn alright?" I asked inching my hand towards him
He looked at me quickly stopping me "I'm fine!" his voice cracked
The bus stopped dead and I passed him and saw we were at school. Everybody on the bus looked at us and laughed.
The boy seemed flustered and rushed off the bus. His face red. He ran towards the cafeteria.
I just sat there in silence in shock. Did I hurt him hoặc something?
OK so i was walking down the street...all alone...in the rain...not happy but not sad ether...when suddenly I ran into a cây mộc lan, mộc lan tree!I don't know how I didn't see it...or why it was in the middle of the road-but it was there and when I looked at it I saw it was the biggest cây mộc lan, mộc lan I had ever seen;it was absolutely GINORMOUS!it to be at least as tall as a skyscraper. I couldn't even see the top.Now what is the easiest way to get past a tree? Go around it of course! but when i looked there was a wall!Two walls!on ether side of the cây that prevented me from passing(again,how didn't I see this before?)It was not an ordinary
tường ether,and must have taken allot of work to build because it was as tall,or taller than the tree!so I was stuck with a cây mộc lan, mộc lan and two walls
what was I to do?turn back?I had come too far!so knowing this,what do bạn think I did?What would bạn have done?
tường ether,and must have taken allot of work to build because it was as tall,or taller than the tree!so I was stuck with a cây mộc lan, mộc lan and two walls
what was I to do?turn back?I had come too far!so knowing this,what do bạn think I did?What would bạn have done?
I look at the old photographs. It kills me to see him smile. I've only heard about him. I hear he would have loved me. I hear he was nice. I hear that he was a good dad. I hear he was an okay husband. I hear that he would have made a good grandfather. It's not fair. It kills me when my dad talks about him. My dad đã đưa ý kiến one of his last words to him were "Dont miss me when I'm gone." Those words run through my head. ngày and night and keep me up thinking of him. Why did he have to go? I pray he's okay and fine in heaven. I pretend he's still here. If only he were ... I miss him....
I guess he's just....
Hard to Let Go
Dedicated to my grandfather I miss bạn ... even if I never met bạn =,[
tiếp theo journal entry coming up in few please
R&R
Thanks!!
I guess he's just....
Hard to Let Go
Dedicated to my grandfather I miss bạn ... even if I never met bạn =,[
tiếp theo journal entry coming up in few please
R&R
Thanks!!