It was a Wednesday in May.
All of us had assembled today once again to study for the math testpaper on the seterusnya day. Our math teacher had funnily enough had nothing against
it to come to school on her free hari off toward twelve o'clock. All of us just sat at our places and listened to Mrs Dörte as she explained the substance to the written test. Only I could not. I sat in the last row at my usual kerusi, tempat duduk and looked from the window on the falling raindrops which pounded against the window. I thought back to at that time. It had been a tahun now. Until now the minit exact. It had been on May 26th at 12.35 am. I know no longer exactly. Perhaps at that time had been studies day? atau were these abitur examinations? No idea. I still remeber how I came to the third floor in the school building where my class had art lesson this day. Mrs Fernau recognized me when she saw me being in the door in front of. The rest of the class remembered suddenly again, too. They called my name and sway me to himselfes. I welcomed the one atau others. > > Is it true that anda come onto class journey with us?< <, Meryem asked.
> > With whom on a room, then? It everything already is anyway several of my earlier classmates partitionedly notified < < of himself, I said, at once there, however. I could not differently but to smile. I finally went and stood to Mrs Fernau at the table. It was the usual: How are you? What does the school do? Otherwise what is there still to tell? I stood there and told stories and looked in the direction of the pupil from time to time. I then noticed that HE stood seterusnya to me.
> > Hello < <, he berkata quietly and smiled. I returned his greeting and smiled back.
I sat on the bench on the sports field later. He sat seterusnya to me. He was not allowed to do sports anymore not since the accident. I sat quietly at my place and watched the activities of the others in the echelon training. I then noticed that he seemed to have ended the conversation with the little boy which had sat besides him from the other side. Now both of us sat there and berkata nothing. >>How are you?<< I asked, because I simply could not sit there longer quietly while the time was flowing on.
> > quite good. May do only no lebih sports. since the accident. < <
> > yes , I already heard. < <
There was a short break bevore I continued speak.
> > and anda drive on class journey?< <, I asked.
> > yes. I have heard, anda come along?< <
He turned round to me and his shiny, brown eyes looked at me. It was his way to look at me which I have loved and Cinta certainly today about everything in the world. I saw to the ground briefly.
I berkata then > > no, unfortunately not < < and did not try to sound as disappointed as I was actually. Five days could have been. Five days and everyone also with him, however, the destiny had to have suffered well in front of me. All what had happened suffers under. We still sat there a while so. I told him about our ski- trip. I asked for his family and he told me that his sister Shirin had gone through an operation. The lesson was over than and everyone went to the cover. I still found it rather strange, that boys and girls already changed their clothes in the same room in the seventh grade. I waited till he was ready and comrades agree on the way finished, I hoped their ways would divide soon and I still could walk for the last piece together with him, it, however, was not that way. I went in the direction of the suburban train. I did not noticed where my feets did carrying me. I ran along the jalan and tried to hold the tears back till I was at home. When I turned around the corner at the end of the street, I saw him as he went together with Gunnar on the other side of the street. It was the last time that I have seen him.
The last time for, in my opinion, many years. I thought to see that he looked into my direction but perhaps all this was only imagination. Sometime after a time of the searching I finally stood on the platform and waited for the train. I looked on the tracks where a dead pigeon lay on. Actually I would have had to be nauseated now but was everything in me deaf with mourning. How mechanically I climbed into the train and waited until I arrived in my station. I just as mechanically ran utama and did not notice what happened around me. I finally was there. I tried again to lock my room door with the key although I knew that this was possible only from the outside. As expected, this did not work. I dropped myself on my katil and waited for the tears but was nothing there. They did not come. All my feelings, they are good atau badly stayed where they were, like it had been always like. They piled up in me and did not find any way to reach the surface.
All of us had assembled today once again to study for the math testpaper on the seterusnya day. Our math teacher had funnily enough had nothing against
it to come to school on her free hari off toward twelve o'clock. All of us just sat at our places and listened to Mrs Dörte as she explained the substance to the written test. Only I could not. I sat in the last row at my usual kerusi, tempat duduk and looked from the window on the falling raindrops which pounded against the window. I thought back to at that time. It had been a tahun now. Until now the minit exact. It had been on May 26th at 12.35 am. I know no longer exactly. Perhaps at that time had been studies day? atau were these abitur examinations? No idea. I still remeber how I came to the third floor in the school building where my class had art lesson this day. Mrs Fernau recognized me when she saw me being in the door in front of. The rest of the class remembered suddenly again, too. They called my name and sway me to himselfes. I welcomed the one atau others. > > Is it true that anda come onto class journey with us?< <, Meryem asked.
> > With whom on a room, then? It everything already is anyway several of my earlier classmates partitionedly notified < < of himself, I said, at once there, however. I could not differently but to smile. I finally went and stood to Mrs Fernau at the table. It was the usual: How are you? What does the school do? Otherwise what is there still to tell? I stood there and told stories and looked in the direction of the pupil from time to time. I then noticed that HE stood seterusnya to me.
> > Hello < <, he berkata quietly and smiled. I returned his greeting and smiled back.
I sat on the bench on the sports field later. He sat seterusnya to me. He was not allowed to do sports anymore not since the accident. I sat quietly at my place and watched the activities of the others in the echelon training. I then noticed that he seemed to have ended the conversation with the little boy which had sat besides him from the other side. Now both of us sat there and berkata nothing. >>How are you?<< I asked, because I simply could not sit there longer quietly while the time was flowing on.
> > quite good. May do only no lebih sports. since the accident. < <
> > yes , I already heard. < <
There was a short break bevore I continued speak.
> > and anda drive on class journey?< <, I asked.
> > yes. I have heard, anda come along?< <
He turned round to me and his shiny, brown eyes looked at me. It was his way to look at me which I have loved and Cinta certainly today about everything in the world. I saw to the ground briefly.
I berkata then > > no, unfortunately not < < and did not try to sound as disappointed as I was actually. Five days could have been. Five days and everyone also with him, however, the destiny had to have suffered well in front of me. All what had happened suffers under. We still sat there a while so. I told him about our ski- trip. I asked for his family and he told me that his sister Shirin had gone through an operation. The lesson was over than and everyone went to the cover. I still found it rather strange, that boys and girls already changed their clothes in the same room in the seventh grade. I waited till he was ready and comrades agree on the way finished, I hoped their ways would divide soon and I still could walk for the last piece together with him, it, however, was not that way. I went in the direction of the suburban train. I did not noticed where my feets did carrying me. I ran along the jalan and tried to hold the tears back till I was at home. When I turned around the corner at the end of the street, I saw him as he went together with Gunnar on the other side of the street. It was the last time that I have seen him.
The last time for, in my opinion, many years. I thought to see that he looked into my direction but perhaps all this was only imagination. Sometime after a time of the searching I finally stood on the platform and waited for the train. I looked on the tracks where a dead pigeon lay on. Actually I would have had to be nauseated now but was everything in me deaf with mourning. How mechanically I climbed into the train and waited until I arrived in my station. I just as mechanically ran utama and did not notice what happened around me. I finally was there. I tried again to lock my room door with the key although I knew that this was possible only from the outside. As expected, this did not work. I dropped myself on my katil and waited for the tears but was nothing there. They did not come. All my feelings, they are good atau badly stayed where they were, like it had been always like. They piled up in me and did not find any way to reach the surface.
I do not own this. I did not write it, and I do not know the author. I just really like this and wanted to share it.
Who will anda be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will anda run?
Will anda hide?
atau will anda hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and anda are the apple.
So who will anda be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will anda cower,
atau will anda fight?
Is your hati, tengah-tengah made of glass?
atau a pure snow white?
Who will anda be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will anda run?
Will anda hide?
atau will anda hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and anda are the apple.
So who will anda be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will anda cower,
atau will anda fight?
Is your hati, tengah-tengah made of glass?
atau a pure snow white?
tell me why i miss you
why did i have feelings for you?
i wish i could answer these soalan on my own,
but i cant.
honestly, they only thing that i want right now is you.
i dont know why i still miss you,
i dont understand why i really want another chance
what i really dont get is why anda wont let me tunjuk anda that ive changed
back then i didnt know any better
after going on intercession, ive grown alot
in all honesty, yesterday really made me think about things
it opened my eyes, and changed the way i felt.
i didn't really know you,
i wanted to get away,
now, i realize i was wrong, and im sorry.
i hate that we dont talk anymore
i wish we still do.
i hope anda read this,
and forgive me, so we can start over again.
Hi, my name is Hikaru.
What's yours :)
why did i have feelings for you?
i wish i could answer these soalan on my own,
but i cant.
honestly, they only thing that i want right now is you.
i dont know why i still miss you,
i dont understand why i really want another chance
what i really dont get is why anda wont let me tunjuk anda that ive changed
back then i didnt know any better
after going on intercession, ive grown alot
in all honesty, yesterday really made me think about things
it opened my eyes, and changed the way i felt.
i didn't really know you,
i wanted to get away,
now, i realize i was wrong, and im sorry.
i hate that we dont talk anymore
i wish we still do.
i hope anda read this,
and forgive me, so we can start over again.
Hi, my name is Hikaru.
What's yours :)
I intend to bring up a term that I am sure that anda have all already herd of. Global warming. It is slowly, but surely killing us all! We need to unite as a team to stop global warming and save the world. Global warming is heating up the earth because of some people's bad choices, should we suffer because of that? NO! Global warming is killing inoccent Haiwan and people, we could save them. Global warming is caused sejak pollution and over usage of electrisity. Start today. Turn off lights when anda leave the room, don't leave anything on that doesn't need to be on. Start helping today. Save the world sertai me. Be happy. Help me create a better place for everyone.
I NEED inspiration for this book. I cant say why, because it will ruin the last book but the school has been rebuilt,and theres a new gardening class, and Haru-Kun, Kariko-Kun, and Shimura-Chan are falling into love, could Kariko finaly fall for Haru, atau could it be Haikuga-Kun? Haru could have his hati, tengah-tengah torn into pieces, atau turned into gold. And Shimura, being the only lesbian in the school could have problems with Cinta too. Karuga-Chan (a new character introduced as a Japenese girl found lying on the pantai after a violent storm) changes all of that. Life when thrive this tahun in Dojenskei Koukou (Dojenskei High School). All these soalan and lebih will be answered in the garden of Hinjou, the Garden Classroom. Be waiting, Both the first chapter of the first and saat book are being worked on. (PLEASE give me good names for the third and fourht book, and the main name for the saat series, such as Burning Passion Book One: The Flame. (oo, I might use that) Byes!)