sorry it's short i had alot of homework :(
Kura’s pov
I can’t believe I Cinta him. The guy I despised I Cinta him. “Don’t know where it goes but its utama to me and I-” went my phone. “Hey Trist” I berkata “I don’t want anda around Evan” he berkata like he was my father. “What?! You’re not my father!” I scram at him. “No but I… I can’t tell anda sorry” then he hung up. What we’ve told each other every thing now he can’t tell me why he hates Evan. I sighed and fell asleep. He might not be able to tell anda but I can.” berkata the girl from my old dreams. “The buku about mythical creachers are real. Vamps, werewolves, etc. even some Greek ones but your boyfriend is a shape shifter and Tristan is a werewolf.” she said. “And what are you? A memory?” I asked. She giggled and berkata “I’m Maryann but people call me Mary. And I’m a ghost of your mother’s friend. You’re mom killed herself after someone adopted anda because anda reminded her of her past. But she did Cinta anda a lot but she could barely look at anda she wanted anda to have a better life then that.” she explained. “wait what dark past?” I berkata then I woke up. I looked at my clock it was 9:48 I’m thankful it was the weekend but Friday felt like a dream. The beautiful river he berkata I Cinta you. I Cinta him I don’t know why but I do.
please tell me what anda think
Kura’s pov
I can’t believe I Cinta him. The guy I despised I Cinta him. “Don’t know where it goes but its utama to me and I-” went my phone. “Hey Trist” I berkata “I don’t want anda around Evan” he berkata like he was my father. “What?! You’re not my father!” I scram at him. “No but I… I can’t tell anda sorry” then he hung up. What we’ve told each other every thing now he can’t tell me why he hates Evan. I sighed and fell asleep. He might not be able to tell anda but I can.” berkata the girl from my old dreams. “The buku about mythical creachers are real. Vamps, werewolves, etc. even some Greek ones but your boyfriend is a shape shifter and Tristan is a werewolf.” she said. “And what are you? A memory?” I asked. She giggled and berkata “I’m Maryann but people call me Mary. And I’m a ghost of your mother’s friend. You’re mom killed herself after someone adopted anda because anda reminded her of her past. But she did Cinta anda a lot but she could barely look at anda she wanted anda to have a better life then that.” she explained. “wait what dark past?” I berkata then I woke up. I looked at my clock it was 9:48 I’m thankful it was the weekend but Friday felt like a dream. The beautiful river he berkata I Cinta you. I Cinta him I don’t know why but I do.
please tell me what anda think
Sleep was improbable
Emerging from my bed
Like a delicate butterfly
Raindrops pouring on my smooth, darkened window.
Pondering miraculous thoughts
About being a teen in America
Freedom to express myself as an individual
I want to relinquish my profound story
Being a teenager with freedom is
Hopeful
Rewarding
Honorable
Desirable
The past is behind me, the future is just beyond my grasp
Learning to be flawless through life's experiences
Having the pleasure to persue my ambitious talent
Being a teen in America simply is my stepping
stone to future greatness.
Give away to the morning
Light is here
Look away from the mourning
Is she gone, is she still...?
And let the hari go ahead
Without you
Find a place, a dark space
To hide you
What’s a day, a sunny day
To you?
Fade away, let the your rainclouds
Guide you
There goes the downpour
Long gone your hello...
Find it in you
To make that last stand
It’s a silent drive
It’s her very last one.
Here come the clear skies
There goes your fare well...
Light is here
Look away from the mourning
Is she gone, is she still...?
And let the hari go ahead
Without you
Find a place, a dark space
To hide you
What’s a day, a sunny day
To you?
Fade away, let the your rainclouds
Guide you
There goes the downpour
Long gone your hello...
Find it in you
To make that last stand
It’s a silent drive
It’s her very last one.
Here come the clear skies
There goes your fare well...
Shaun
I wonder, sometimes, if she ever thinks of me.
If she knows that I kept only one picture of her. Anything else was just too painful. In the picture, she doesn't know I am taking it until the camera flash goes off. She has been sitting at the meja in her old bedroom, and she is half-smiling.
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I walk up to her, not breaking eye contact. Nothing existed but her.
The little girl was perched on her hip.
I trailed my fingers down her jawline. She still didn't move.
"Why did anda leave?"
I wonder, sometimes, if she ever thinks of me.
If she knows that I kept only one picture of her. Anything else was just too painful. In the picture, she doesn't know I am taking it until the camera flash goes off. She has been sitting at the meja in her old bedroom, and she is half-smiling.
**************************************************
I walk up to her, not breaking eye contact. Nothing existed but her.
The little girl was perched on her hip.
I trailed my fingers down her jawline. She still didn't move.
"Why did anda leave?"