Practical Nasihat For Getting A Script Read In Hollywood sejak Brad Sykes

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

Some Rawak little piece of prose Penulisan I did last tahun on a teens Penulisan website, hope anda 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 sejak 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 kegemaran purple dress and my rama-rama, taman rama-rama 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 seterusnya 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 anda all who read the whole “Quarter Quell” series. I apologize for any grammar mistakes and I hope anda 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 Krismas 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 anda say so.” I berkata I carefully take it off. When I see what I got my face...