If I took three showers, and washed with 15 shampoos, my hair would still be Tangled after an hour. Looi, my brother, always berkata my hair looked like I dyed it, when I didn’t. I looked down, my shoes were already on with the black shoe laces. I felt like I needed to barf. At least that’s what it felt like. Greeting hopped on the counter and stared at me. The brown cat bulu was splotched with black dots and white lines. She is a different cat, that’s why I like her. I looked back at the mirror. Well, anda look terrible today, I thought.
“Greeting, anda can’t look at me like that. I know I look awful. Now, get off the counter!” I half yelled and half laughed. I made a motion for her to get off of the bathroom counter. The cat looked at me and stared. Greeting’s head turned to the side and coughed up a hairball. She made a gagging sound and then stopped. Ew, I thought, and through it in the garbage.
I looked down at her. She ran towards the living room.
“Polar! Come here boy!” I shouted. Polar, the siberian husky, growled from the living room at Greeting. I smiled and switched shirts from a bleached gray blouse, to a flowy, black t-shirt. Polar trotted into the bathroom and barked at me. His light blue eyes were burning at the cat. I looked back and picked Greeting up.
“Do not bite the cat! You’re supposed to be eating your dog Makanan and not in here. Great! I’m talking to a dog, what else is wrong with me?” I yelled and stroked Greeting, while I bowed my head in shame. She jumped down when Polar left. I shook my head and went back to trying to un-tangle my hair. When I looked back at the mirror, I noticed something.
Hmph.
Another blonde hair on my shoulder.
Watching.
I turned my head really quickly towards the big 7 foot window facing the back woods of our house. It was half snowing and half... not, snowing.
I had a gut feeling that I would be in great danger if I went to this school. It was mostly because of the weird rubbed blonde hair on my jackets, they just stuck on my Rawak clothing, mostly jackets. Strange thing is, my mom doesn’t have blonde hair.
I picked it up and threw it into the trash can. My mind started to spin, around, around, and around. It couldn’t be a coincidence that I find blonde hairs over and over again on everything I own.
Is it a warning?
They seemed like a strange sign to stay away, like someone was telling me something. Like something was telling me that I was in grave danger in some sort of angry way I can’t explain. Telling me to back off. atau was it a sort of greeting? Maybe something wants me to come somewhere. Maybe, the signs were telling me to go and meet new people, and try my best. How could blonde hair be a warning, though?
“Greeting, anda can’t look at me like that. I know I look awful. Now, get off the counter!” I half yelled and half laughed. I made a motion for her to get off of the bathroom counter. The cat looked at me and stared. Greeting’s head turned to the side and coughed up a hairball. She made a gagging sound and then stopped. Ew, I thought, and through it in the garbage.
I looked down at her. She ran towards the living room.
“Polar! Come here boy!” I shouted. Polar, the siberian husky, growled from the living room at Greeting. I smiled and switched shirts from a bleached gray blouse, to a flowy, black t-shirt. Polar trotted into the bathroom and barked at me. His light blue eyes were burning at the cat. I looked back and picked Greeting up.
“Do not bite the cat! You’re supposed to be eating your dog Makanan and not in here. Great! I’m talking to a dog, what else is wrong with me?” I yelled and stroked Greeting, while I bowed my head in shame. She jumped down when Polar left. I shook my head and went back to trying to un-tangle my hair. When I looked back at the mirror, I noticed something.
Hmph.
Another blonde hair on my shoulder.
Watching.
I turned my head really quickly towards the big 7 foot window facing the back woods of our house. It was half snowing and half... not, snowing.
I had a gut feeling that I would be in great danger if I went to this school. It was mostly because of the weird rubbed blonde hair on my jackets, they just stuck on my Rawak clothing, mostly jackets. Strange thing is, my mom doesn’t have blonde hair.
I picked it up and threw it into the trash can. My mind started to spin, around, around, and around. It couldn’t be a coincidence that I find blonde hairs over and over again on everything I own.
Is it a warning?
They seemed like a strange sign to stay away, like someone was telling me something. Like something was telling me that I was in grave danger in some sort of angry way I can’t explain. Telling me to back off. atau was it a sort of greeting? Maybe something wants me to come somewhere. Maybe, the signs were telling me to go and meet new people, and try my best. How could blonde hair be a warning, though?
He creeps through the alley ways
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps
Paws scared, bulu stained
Mourning over
What his hati, tengah-tengah once contained
kolar torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost
Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed
Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders
Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one hari a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom
As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways
For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak
When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps
Paws scared, bulu stained
Mourning over
What his hati, tengah-tengah once contained
kolar torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost
Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed
Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders
Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one hari a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom
As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways
For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak
When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?
Run. It was the only thing going threw Leven,Evie, Matthew and Cameron's mind right now as the Anjing and people chased them into the forest.They went as fast as they could as the Anjing got closer and closer.
They weren't suppose to be running from the Anjing right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.
"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice berkata behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.
Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a perpecahan, berpecah saat and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.
They weren't suppose to be running from the Anjing right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.
"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice berkata behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.
Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a perpecahan, berpecah saat and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.
I can see it now
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
atau what will be the key
I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
atau a new place
atau even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case
I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain
Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye
In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us
We see her everywhere
Form every utama to every bus
But we can’t menanggung, bear to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie
We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
atau what will be the key
I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
atau a new place
atau even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case
I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain
Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye
In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us
We see her everywhere
Form every utama to every bus
But we can’t menanggung, bear to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie
We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
I gave it all my strength,
All my power,
All my determination,
All my courage,
I gave it everything I got.
It meant everything to me,
Even though it might not mean anything
To you.
That's why I gave it my all.
It just seems to me
That life is all about going the hard path,
And not the easy path.
But it is obvious that the hard path
Is always the one requiring stamina, endurance,
And all of your power.
The easy path is simple,
Requiring little time,
But in the end,
Your rewards are very little,
Like the time anda gave it.
The hard path seems lebih rewarding to me,
With the rewards excellent,
Even though anda have to give it
A lot of effort, and all your strength.
Being a writer requires
Going the hard path.
But I found out it is a very rewarding experience
Just a hari ago.
Cause I gave it my all.
All my power,
All my determination,
All my courage,
I gave it everything I got.
It meant everything to me,
Even though it might not mean anything
To you.
That's why I gave it my all.
It just seems to me
That life is all about going the hard path,
And not the easy path.
But it is obvious that the hard path
Is always the one requiring stamina, endurance,
And all of your power.
The easy path is simple,
Requiring little time,
But in the end,
Your rewards are very little,
Like the time anda gave it.
The hard path seems lebih rewarding to me,
With the rewards excellent,
Even though anda have to give it
A lot of effort, and all your strength.
Being a writer requires
Going the hard path.
But I found out it is a very rewarding experience
Just a hari ago.
Cause I gave it my all.
I will remember anda always.
Will anda remember me?
That is a soalan for anda to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
anda will always be in my heart.
For I know that anda will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minit of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
Will anda remember me?
That is a soalan for anda to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
anda will always be in my heart.
For I know that anda will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minit of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
It is sad how we must leave each other,
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.
We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.
We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.
It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.
We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.
We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.
It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to menelan me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that anda will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. seterusnya time, I invite anda to sertai with us on our battle. And it will be even lebih life-consuming, if anda know what that means.
