I tình yêu to Write

love. what does it truley mean? being in tình yêu is simpe, anyone can convence themslves they are in love. being in tình yêu is when bạn feel something for one person thêm strongly than bạn feel for another. but tình yêu is something elsa all together. tình yêu is when bạn cant convience yourselve bạn tình yêu someone, but when bạn try to leave something tells bạn no, stop and think. and when bạn do think the reason is blantint. tình yêu is when bạn think your done, done fighting and done lieing, but than it hits bạn that without all of that bạn wouldnt be the person bạn are, and they wouldnt be the one bạn love....

Some ngẫu nhiên little piece of prose nghề viết văn I did last năm on a teens nghề viết văn website, hope bạn like it.:)

They are everywhere, these birds. They hobble, strut, and flutter around the town, weaving in and out of the shoppers, darting in between clumping feet to snatch crumbs and bits of crisps among the blobs of chewing gum and cigarette ends on the wet cobblestones. The people don’t care. The pigeons don’t care. Both species living their separate lives in a man-made environment where man and bird are equal. They are the colours of the town; grey, dull brown occasionally, dappled with factory-steam...

"I still remember the world from the eyes of a child. Slowly those feelings were clouded bởi what I know now..."



I sat there in the police department, swinging my legs back and forth high above the floor. I was wearing my yêu thích purple dress and my con bướm, bướm sandals. My dark brown hair was in a high ponytail and it bounced as I looked both sides. Where was Mommy? Carmine and Reed sat tiếp theo to me there, and they were not happy. Carmine, twelve at the time, had tears coming from his eyes. Reed, fourteen, had his face in his hands, so I couldn't see what he looked like. Soon I got sick of waiting...

A/N
Thanks to bạn all who read the whole “Quarter Quell” series. I apologize for any grammar mistakes and I hope bạn enjoy the last story in the “Quarter Quell” series “the diary of Iza Reffile. (Silenced)”




Part one
The little girl
How am I going to turn out, pshh who cares not any but me. It was giáng sinh morning and everyone was opening presents. I am now currently 5. When everyone handed me there presents I smiled big and slowly open the paper.
“It’s just paper.” My mother use to say.
“Yea sure if bạn say so.” I đã đưa ý kiến I carefully take it off. When I see what I got my face...