Rian passing the note to Carter
Rian was a few inches taller than me, had short spiky клубника blonde hair, and had gorgeouse blu/green eyes. I have had a major crush on him ever since 4th grade when we shared сок boxes. now in 8th grade i sat right Далее to him in every class, except for choir.
Another note was passed to me, from Rian, and i opened it. It said,"Hey Carter, do Ты want to play Футбол at brake with me?' круг yes или no." I thought for a minute. i do like Футбол and i do like Rian. so i circled "yes."
It seemd like hours before brake time came, but it finally did. I ran outside with Rian and some of his friends. Rian was carrying a purple and оранжевый Футбол ball, awesome. Right when we got on the field Rian yelled, " ok i am one team captian and john is the other. i go first. Hmmmm..." he thought for a минута about who he should choose.
"I choose Carter, David, Jake, Joe, and Tim. John Ты get the others." Rian said. then he looked at me and gave me a big smile.I smiled back and giggled. then rian turned arounf and droped the ball on the field. The game was started.
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Time is just a thing.
Ты can't ever have to little.
Ты can always have enough.
But when Ты look at it,
our lives are just a piece.
A piece of what time has to give.
So why not live the fullest,
to what we can.
Why waste it wishing,
on something you'll never have.
Let time do its own thing,
so we can do ours.
Ты see time is mysterious.
It controls our lives.
And in one quick second,
our time may be up.
So take what you're given,
and give nothing back.
With time nothing is ever what it seems.
Ты can't ever have to little.
Ты can always have enough.
But when Ты look at it,
our lives are just a piece.
A piece of what time has to give.
So why not live the fullest,
to what we can.
Why waste it wishing,
on something you'll never have.
Let time do its own thing,
so we can do ours.
Ты see time is mysterious.
It controls our lives.
And in one quick second,
our time may be up.
So take what you're given,
and give nothing back.
With time nothing is ever what it seems.
Photograph by Ansel Adams
I'm just drifting, drifting down this road.
The dust kicking up behind me,
Just a облако to hide my past.
My feet don't leave any footprints,
My name never graces those lips
That I'm watching from a distance,
A distance that grows greater
As I'm drifting, drifting down this road.
I'm not on the way to anything great,
I'm just hiding, hiding down in the dark.
The shadows closing in around me,
Just a blanket to smother my past.
My eyes can't see in the gloom,
My voice never breaks the silence
That I keep deep in my heart,
A сердце that grows blacker
As I'm drifting, drifting in the dark.
