I was overwhelmed with how happy and excited all our cousins were to spend the summer with us.
Tim was the oldest of them, and was my age. His face was a bit frightening, with glaring hazel eyes, runaway red hair, freckles, and his height. Plus, he had a bit of an underbite.
Jess was the Далее oldest, maybe a год или two below me. She always reminded me of an angel, with her soft blonde curls, big blue eyes, dimples, and optimisitc outlook.
Joey was Jess's twin brother. He looked barely anything like her, with his dark hair falling in his equally dark eyes. He even acted differently from her.
Isaac was 11, the same age as Claire. He had boring brown hair matched with green eyes, catlike.
Amelia was 10. She had fiery red hair like Tim, but she had peculiar blue eyes that seemed almost purple. She was painfully shy, so shy I often wondered if she was afraid of her own shadow.
Makayla was the youngest at 6. She was so silly and carefree and was nice to everyone.
Then there was me, plain old Sadie, with my plain клубника blonde hair that grew down my back and my gray eyes. Tall and skinny and pale. That was me. Blended into any crowd.
Claire was made similarly to me, tall and skinny with long hair. But her hair was curly and black, and she had sparkling blue eyes. I felt so out of place. But I told myself, Sadie, it will only be a short time. This is your family. Relax.
Tim was the oldest of them, and was my age. His face was a bit frightening, with glaring hazel eyes, runaway red hair, freckles, and his height. Plus, he had a bit of an underbite.
Jess was the Далее oldest, maybe a год или two below me. She always reminded me of an angel, with her soft blonde curls, big blue eyes, dimples, and optimisitc outlook.
Joey was Jess's twin brother. He looked barely anything like her, with his dark hair falling in his equally dark eyes. He even acted differently from her.
Isaac was 11, the same age as Claire. He had boring brown hair matched with green eyes, catlike.
Amelia was 10. She had fiery red hair like Tim, but she had peculiar blue eyes that seemed almost purple. She was painfully shy, so shy I often wondered if she was afraid of her own shadow.
Makayla was the youngest at 6. She was so silly and carefree and was nice to everyone.
Then there was me, plain old Sadie, with my plain клубника blonde hair that grew down my back and my gray eyes. Tall and skinny and pale. That was me. Blended into any crowd.
Claire was made similarly to me, tall and skinny with long hair. But her hair was curly and black, and she had sparkling blue eyes. I felt so out of place. But I told myself, Sadie, it will only be a short time. This is your family. Relax.
I write what i feel and try to
make them seem so-real to
you, but all Ты want from me
is honesty.
as i write out the facts
Ты act like Ты don't really
care where my сердце truly is.
Let me tell Ты where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my сердце
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.
as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest Поэзия
that i write, i see Ты looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.
Ты look at me and Ты
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to Ты the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.
as i hold the key to this
honest Поэзия that i compose
Ты seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.
make them seem so-real to
you, but all Ты want from me
is honesty.
as i write out the facts
Ты act like Ты don't really
care where my сердце truly is.
Let me tell Ты where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my сердце
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.
as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest Поэзия
that i write, i see Ты looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.
Ты look at me and Ты
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to Ты the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.
as i hold the key to this
honest Поэзия that i compose
Ты seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.
